Thoughts of a Human that Loves

Another Freewrite. The tiny romantic part of me couldn't stop smiling after I wrote this.

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Thoughts of a Human that Loves

Jaw set, I look at you. I take in what your eyes try to say to me and inform you, using obscene gestures and a raised voice, that your eyes failed in their job. Oh yes they did. Because I don’t comprehend what you say nonverbally.

I’m easy.

A middle finger means ‘no’. A kiss means ‘yes’. A wander of the hand under clothes means ‘let’s fuck’.

But no.

You just stand there and stare. I don’t see the sparkle, or the twinkle, or the fucking glitter of the pupils, the iris, whatever. And if I do, I blame it on the light and tell you, with a huffy sigh and irritated exclamation, that one person couldn’t possibly expect another to understand.

Because understand doesn’t come in a blink, in a two second moment. No, that only happens in romantic comedies, sit coms and old silent movies—all of which you like and I find unbearably boring.

So you stand there. Your face is slack, relaxed and… I can’t put an emotion to it. But I’m just across from you and my jaw is set. I have my hands ready to do the talking. Ready to tell you what I think if I could only understand what you’re saying with those brown eyes.

And really, all I feel in response is frustration. Honey, sweetie, baby girl, love. But then, as I raise my hands to answer, as I form the thought and bring life to it through words, through actions… I remind myself that I forgive you. I forgive you. Plainly, love, I remind myself that I forgive you—

Because though your lips can move, they make no sound. You delegate their job to your eyes. But I love you, love, my love, my mute, my love and I let your kiss do all the talking we need.