Ethereal

Part-40

He grumbled,
"You write about every little thing you lay your eyes on but why do you never write about me?"

She shooked her head slightly and touched his cheek.

"I'll maybe write a paragraph on you. One day."

He frowned.
She smiled.

Little did he know,
She did write about him.

She wrote so much about him that she ran out of paper.

She wrote about him on her walls.

Filled her walls with poetry about him.
His dishevelled hair, big brown eyes and his beautiful smile.

Her mind would endlessly string words together,
Words about him and how insanely she loved him.

However,
she never said that to him.

It was a secret between her, her walls and her paper.