Blur

In relationships, there may come a point when all the finer things get communicated through gestures. You have words on the edge of your tongue, words restless to topple over and yet you keep them at bay. You converse with the other as the sun and the wind converse with you. Your words are few, for each word is weighed and conveys a hundred times all the things you feel, all the things you yearn to say. You are consumed in all the silences between you, for your thoughts are racing; are they in unison, you wonder. A part of what holds you at this juncture is not only the beauty of it but the fear of revealing the thing you consider so close to your heart.

This shall not last long. For we are human.