TTT

When you realise ‘I love you too’ was just a way of saying ‘ I’m sure I don’t love anybody else at the moment, so yeah… whatever!’ . . . Epiphany.

The moment is exclusive but emotion explicates a shared experience. Thoughts devastate, feelings crumble. They realise they are alone. So do the rest.

A long standing proposition this: The more i love the more silent my beloved becomes. Discussions cease. Never to resume.

You: What is it? I : Nothing. You: Why don’t you just say it?! I : It is really nothing. Don’t worry. Phew! I could silence the shrieks inside my head well in time. Relieved.

Relationship. Conversations. Sighs. Damn! I should have taken those yoga classes on breath control.

Did I just kill your thoughts? Did I crush you under the weight of my autocratic and strangulating dictum? But you see overindulgence with one’s thoughts is artistic carouse. Curiosity Restraint Anxiety Overbearance In search of predating over the unruly and disorderly set of educated and cultivated human beings engaged in supposedly the liveliest and

Are you okay?                           Yes. You? Me too. Both understood. They could tell.