A/N: Day Two of Yullen Week.
Theme: Silence/Voiceless.
F Words
Part 2
You are some kind of piece of art.
There's a formula to you that I've yet to completely unravel. It makes you more interesting—however. The way you weave the few words you speak, is like sewing finality into your convictions.
Most of the time, you are trapped within yourself. You aren't often going to tell people what you are thinking or feeling. You consider it a weakness. You simply do as you do and no one really has much to say about it. You do not have to explain yourself, because there is nothing to explain. If they don't understand you, then they are simply not trying hard enough.
I'm somewhat jealous of this.
I care too much.
You don't care enough.
Somewhere, we meet in the middle and create a balance that is conflicting and complementing.
Sometimes I think you are incapable of experiencing emotions as normal people do. You talk to me through your fists. Wordless exchanges that I'm happy to return, until we're both screaming, spitting blood and breathless. Because of this, sometimes I don't feel like you can love at all.
Then you do things that surprise me.
In my ear is a simple black studded earring. It's not extravagant. It's not outwardly noticeable or even special.
But you gave it to me.
And you wear the other one in your opposite ear.
Together we have a pair. It's like holding hands without fingers touching. It's like kissing without the sensation of your lips on mine. From you, it's like giving me the world. From you, it's like writing forever on your heart.
Nothing has to be said out loud.
This transition from barely friends, to fuckbuddies, to lovers was done without a spoken word.
Simple gestures and the way you paint your soul on the backs of your hands was enough to bring you down with me.
The way we blend…perhaps it's not a coincidence at all.
But I prefer to think it was.
That way I can gloat that I'm the reason that you are no longer frozen.