There are so many things I'm not allowed to say. I can't speak them because I know no one wants to hear them. I know I wouldn't if the roles were reversed. So the words just stay trapped somewhere in the back of my brain.
I wonder if there are any words trapped inside your head. You were always better at silence than I am. You mastered the craft of showing instead of telling. I knew you hated coffee before you ever told me. I could tell you cared for me the minute you wrapped your arms around me after I'd fallen off a bike.
I liked your unspoken words, they never hurt as much as the spoken ones.
YOU ARE READING
Reminds Me of You
NouvellesThere are so many things she wants to tell him. But she can't, so she writes them instead.
