Confession of a Good Man

"Your eyes! I really thought that attracted you to me. That lasted only until I heard your voice.”

“Beautiful some say it sounds. That however is only but an understatement of what I truly hear.

I hear more. I hear most. Beats of your heart to the tips of your toes. Sound of your voice speaking more explicitly than words can ever utter. Or should I have said mind muster? Well, whichever way.”

“I think I know what you want . You just want me to know what you think. Perhaps I do think, perhaps I do know. Perhaps I do have wants too, maybe not exactly like you do. A hundred thoughts I have a day, could you believe ninety-nine is about you? Well, just so you know, you occupy my thoughts, you occupy my mind. Some talk about butterflies in their stomachs, you alone occupy mine.”

“However I have surprises, I have reservations. Reservations that cannot be reserved, else I drown in your love. Or should I have said my lust? Well, you be the judge. Just let me please speak my mind. Is it that the feelings are not mutual? Or it's just my brain that's going gaga? Why do you not seem to feel exactly as I feel about you? Even if you don’t feel exactly, can’t you please feel small for me too?”

“Feelings that will keep your thoughts occupied with my images. Images not created by wavelengths but those created by your imaginations. I want you to go crazy in that imagination of me, just like I have gone crazy with your constant appearances in my dream.”

“But still I ask why? Why do you allow yourself to be loved by someone without loving them in return? I hope you’re able to give me a response to this one day without having to hurt my heart the more!”

Your Constant Crush,

Darlington

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Response of a Good Woman

“Your Height! I really thought that would make me love you in return when you first unveiled your intentions to me.” 

“A model, some say you are. Every woman's dream others have added just to give you a complete complimentation. However, the more I tried to love you in return, the more I learned that falling in love wasn't a conscious action that we take, just like every other decisions. It comes natural. We don't force it; it’s always there subconsciously, we don't have to think it.”

“In as much as I would love to rest my head in your masculine chest and look up to your head in adoration of your feminine face, I find myself not able to do it. Perhaps, Paul had me in mind when he said what I want to do I do not; what I don’t want to do, I see myself doing. I want to show you love in return, but I see myself not being able.

“It’s not flowing out naturally as it should. It now needs a force to push. If my love for you is meant to be pushed like a vehicle grounded to a halt, then that same love may leave the ventricles and veins of your heart bounded to be hurt.”

“Once again I love your heights, I adore your smile. I will love to sing to your hearing alone so you get a complete package of what my voice really sounds like. But if wishes were horses, shouldn't beggars be entitled to a ride too?”

“But now am here as a beggar. Here, saying to the horses of life to grant me speed to the wishes of my heart for a ride. Ride, that they grant you the heart of a lion to find your true colour in a lioness and forget about me a peacock in disguise. She will be the bone of your bone and the flesh of your flesh – whereas, if you keep loving me, I might just end up being the bane of your life.

This is my best way of saying “no” to your intentions for me. And not to forget to also tell you, that your words are so beautiful. If it can be compared to a human, then your words are probably more beautiful than you think I am.

With much love,

Kimberly

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