ExileInMyStreet
Talking to him has always been hard, he speaks Spanish, I speak Dutch and English. We can't communicate trough words. But only at the moment you aren't able to, you notice you don't need words. Words are only a few sounds coming from between your lips. A kiss, a touch, a look, can say a million words without having to open your mouth. It's a special thing and only we understand. I love him, and I know he loves me too. We talk to each other in our own languages and slowly we started to understand each other, but both the shy people we are we prefer our own way of communicating. Without words. Laying in his arms in the middle of the night and looking in each others eyes displays our feelings better than saying a simple 'I love you'. Words are important until you stop using them, than you know how senseless and rude they can be. With your eyes, your soul, your heart you can't lie. It's honest and beautiful.
And than now the sad part, non of that is true. I've never met him.