The starts glittered in the darkness of the night sky, and as they gazed through the window into the room, you sat there and said nothing. No noise was made and there was, an ever so slight whimper came from what seemed to sound like crying.
Your eyes filled with tears, like a reservoir does with water and over the edge they spill out, rolling over the sides of your eyes. The salty tears stream down your warm cheek, leaving a trail of moisture on the top of the skin. It builds up and then falls off your chin, travelling down like a crystal orb, until it shatters into nothingness in the carpet.
The emotions you feel are frustration, and you think through your thoughts, wondering how did this moment get here, what led up to it. You sit quietly and stare into the darkness looking at a light in the distance, it flickers now and then, but you don’t notice, your mind is pre-occupied and is elsewhere.
You think of the people that you love, and you wonder if the emotions you are showing now are true to oneself. You exude so much love and affection, but you are uncertain if those feelings are shard with the one you love or are they exclusively only yours. Is every thought that you have about the one you love and cherish, becoming a sick and twisted mind game? Tricking you into not loving them no more? Making your relationship more and more difficult because you are afraid of what will be said if you try and express your true feelings and thoughts.
As some time passes you continue to sit with your knees to your chest, just staring and thinking about the same thoughts over and over again. You realize what you are thinking must be expressed so that nothing is held back and so that everything is exposed.
Sitting here staring off into the starry night sky thinking these thoughts will not help you over come what needs to be confronted. You get up from your little thought bubble; walk through the darkness until you find your love. You find them and from there things begin to form into what might seems as a tough and grueling conversation, but in the end you still love them, maybe even more than you did before.
P.S. I love you (a lot)!
