"I Love you" Just isn't enough.
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"You never tell me you love me," the voice soft and quiet, hesitant and touched with pain.
"Because the words would mean nothing," he responds. He's done this before but he doesn't think he's making himself clear enough so this time he's going to try and explain. "The words are dull and bland in comparison to what I truly feel..." he pauses, trying to find the words, "It would be like showing you a petal but hiding the whole of the flower. You could guess at its colouring, at its shade but you would never guess at its complexities, or its true size, would never comprehend its beauty as a whole. What I feel in here," he says as he taps his heart, "there are no words to say."
He casts his eyes around the room as if the words he needs are waiting for him there, he continues as the words tumble from his lips, eager now to get his point across, expressive arm movements to aid the conversation along. "Even using the flower as an example is wrong, because they wither and die and this, what I feel, it can't wither and die. It will outlive me, outlive you. It's too important just to pass into nothingness, too intense to just fade away."
He stills and looks across the room at his lover, sharp and honest, "You know it actually scares me when I think about it, that you have this much control over me, because there is nothing you could do that would cause this love to die." His words turn earnest, "whatever you do, wherever you go, this love will know you, recognise you and embrace you. I will never stop loving you. There just aren't words to say how much, how intensely I feel for you so I don't use them."
His voice turns softer now, almost plaintive, "I thought the love bled out in the way I caressed you, cared for you, I thought you could see it as plainly as the words I couldn't say. "I love you", just isn't enough and using those words makes it feel so inadequate, so pale compared to what I feel in here for you," he taps his heart again, as he locks his eyes with those eyes he would happily drown in, "will always feel in here for you."
He watches and waits as shock and awe fight for dominance over the face that he loves. He listens to the voice that he hears in his sleep as it breaks, thick with emotion, stumbling over words. "Oh. I never expected... it's... that's... Damn." The last word is nothing but a breathless whisper, barely solid enough to reach his ears.
He smiles because he thinks he managed to do it, thinks he managed to explain the love that bursts inside of him at just the sight of his lover. He watches as the love of his life composes themselves, taking a deep breath, and starting again. "That makes me feel better, but it makes me feel better now. If I'm honest, I need to know. I need to hear words to keep the paranoia at bay that I'm not alone here, that I'm not just imagining the way you feel. I need to hear words, no matter how bland, I need to know I'm not alone in this."
He raised his hands to soft cheeks, looked into deep, desperate eyes and whispered softly, "You are beyond words to me. You are my everything and more. You are not alone in this."
THE END.