She asked him, standing at the room’s
door: what’s wrong with me? ... What’s wrong with me, huh?
He: what? What are you talking about?
She: just listen to me! What’s wrong with me? Do I
have the wrong haircut? I can change it, you know. Or do I have the wrong body?
She said this as she was walking slowly towards him. Or do I have the wrong face?!
Now she is behind him whispering the latest question, he turned around for her,
smiling and putting a sweet kiss over her forehead: you are the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen.
She secretly was ecstatic by that, but
her face didn’t show the happiness, saying: then, what’s wrong with me? Why
don’t you love me?
He: don’t say that! I love you dearly, you are my best
friend, and how can you say that?!
She: why don’t you love me instead of her, then? Now
he is getting a clue of what she is talking about, but he is still acting like
he is not, saying: I don’t know where you are getting at with all of that
nonsense?!
She: you know what I am talking about, don’t act like you
are clueless, and I am asking you: why didn’t you love me instead? What’s wrong
with me? You know I loved you and I still do, we are each other’s best friends
and sometimes we are the only friends we’ve got in life, then what?!
He is still acting and doesn’t answer
her questions, but he is decent enough to hug her with all the love he can only
offer to his best friend, nothing more and nothing less.
By that she knew that he is still in
love with that girl, and he loves her too, dearly, but him still incapable of
giving her his whole heart.
An imaginary dialogue with him… I dreamed of it ♥
26-2-2014, 3:25 a.m.
