The concept of more....

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Love needs expressiveness....

Submitted: October 12, 2017

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Submitted: October 12, 2017



She was in tremendous pain and wanted to scream on top of her lungs, but there was no one to hear her. But why she was in pain even she could not figure this out after thick, long and tiring hours of brooding. She recollected how he could hear her sobs, sensed her pains and how her unspoken words become audible to his ears. Now sitting alone in the garden, she was trying not to admit that he is the missing piece of the puzzle of her life as she always thought there is nothing more important than her independence. She used to Ignore his existence when he was only; who made her believe that she exists. Perhaps he was the only one who knew her better than her, who made her understand what she thought and who sacrificed himself for her freedom.  She earned her freedom on his expense but felt she deserved the very goal by herself.


But why?

Her heart was longing for the captivity of her heart again.


Her freedom seemed useless without him.  She wanted to caged by the man who was always an ordinary person of no importance. What he did to become so important to her. He only listened to her when she was down, tucked her in the bed, gave her shoulder instead of a pillow to sleep, kept calm and silenced when she was irritated, sweated in the sun Planting her favorite plants in the garden.  Were those tiny gestures had such weight? He was perfect as a life partner, but still, she was missing something but have no clue about it. 

He saw her starring outside in the void this morning and thought what should he need to do more to let her feel his love. 
She shook her head in anger and murmured “Why the hell he cannot shout out loud that he loves her.  Is this too hard or may I be just a burden of responsibility to him.

Am I????

She screamed "I want more this is not enough my love…." but he heard only the squeaking sound of wind in the fading light of the sun.

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