just aim for my heart
she was only 21 when she told me all this fuss about demonstration of affection in public. she said it would be triumphant for her to be able to persuade guys to parade around their affection for her. an ego boost i presumed. i was naive into thinking it was simply gestures of love that makes no difference with or without public audience.
her world is a stage. she enjoys exhibiting.
my world is her. i enjoyed her to the details.
she turned 28. i heard her sighing. sometimes she felt unloved and unwanted. she was in her theatrical mode but i would not know any difference. she was throwing tantrum and making fuss of everything. i was not sure if it was that time of the month.
i held her. close enough that she could hear my heartbeat.
such days doesnt exist, love
where you are not desired.
i remembered she sobbed for a while. after gaining her composure she got up and started focusing on something else. mundane and trivial as she moves about. i sat there watching and let her sight fills my world. i find her easy to love and i do not remember any days go by feeling differently. but somehow from time to time she would still fall down on her knees wanting reassurances.
i could do so tirelessly.
the reward is far greater than the effort required.
sometimes that is all it takes to make it works.
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