“Baby,
why won't you say those three words?”
“What
words?”
“Are
you an idiot?”
“No.”
“Then
why won't you say them?”
“Because.”
There
was a soft smile tugging at his lips and I felt like smacking him
across the face. Across that little mischievous, half smiling little
boy face. Leave a mark.
“Say
them.”
Oh yes,
there she goes again. Ordering me around. What if I don't want
to
say them? I'm not the idiot here. Can't she see that I don't love
her? I said nothing in response to her demand, just stood there and
watched her eyes; her deliberate angry eyes searching mine. Probably
hoping for something...
The
world went a little blurry and only after the salty tear dribbled
down my cheek did I realize I was crying; crying for him.
I
almost lifted a hand to wipe the tear away... But stopped. Let her
suffer. Let her come to the realization the hard way...
Why?
Simply
because I am too shy to even utter a syllable.