I pray for a day when your smile will be lengthy enough to fill the gap between our expectations and reality
There comes a day when reality will spill on the pages of our lives, when your heart will shrink to encapsulate the little I offered. And we’ll weep why love always is an improper fraction, weighty expectations on malnourished shoulders
There comes a day when we’ll sculpt the hollowness of ‘I love you’ and give more meaning to love than wet pants and muffled moans
It was silence that outgrew the cracks in our relationship, eventually we rented an apartment for it. I still pay the rent.