Saturday 22 April 2017

UNSPOKEN

Scott,
INFJ. What makes this so difficult, is that most people don't want you to know what they are thinking or feeling, so as an INFJ you are constantly getting mixed signals that can end up making you doubt yourself, or feel like you are crazy.: His love spoke to her heart like a mime to a mute.As rare and as pure as a lily isolated from a pond to a fountain of crystal waters.
His eyes sparked a sly smile. It was as if he saw her essence, explored her soul and implored into her spirit all at once and each time she looked at him, she saw love.
Each awkward glare took a second but felt like a sensual century of passionate gestures and after they were done having a drowning experience they would go back to acting like what they felt was somehow untrue.
It was a love so secret that not even they knew about yet it so desperately yearned to introduce itself.
Even so they loved keeping that unspoken secret. The kind of secret you would keep yet still knowing how much you wanted to commit to a lifetime of raising and caring for a stray blind cat or rather pirate pet together and save every bag of bones they encountered for it.
And all they felt when they had to leave each other was this weird sensation that everyone had when they were a kid and at a friend's house and their mum came to get them before they were ready.

Even so, she wasn't ready to love him because she couldn't love him in the dark  and so it was time to say goodbye to the unspoken.

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