I know the most hardest thing for him was to see me in love with my solitude.
Sometimes when he comes home and... I seems kind of irritated...like he has interrupted some wheels of thought...broken into the dreary silence of my soul...
Sometimes he catch an expression on my face.. that is like a closed door.
He knows that i m gone.. inside the room of my own mind and is sitting there ...thinking deep, imagining or something.
He had already discovered.. that I like to be alone.
He knows it all by himself... its his perception ...
And whenever he comes.. i always welcome him with a smile... with a relief... and he can feel it.. he knows it all...
But still... after knowing and feeling it all...
......
He thinks that "I m not into him....."
- Thats his part of story ___about me..
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"And what my part is; .......
I like to imagine..
Love to imagine him the way I want him...
I want him to be with me...to stay with me...
And so....
even his own presence ...is like intruption to me..it irritates me...
when oddly he visits me....which is rare...
..that time i have to stop the imagination...
which makes me restless...
Though i feel happy and relief to see him..
but with no resemblance with the imagination ..which i have of him ...inside me....
as..I m not being able to see him for months and sometimes even years...made me live this way.....and thats why.. I live with him in my imagination...
Which is at every expect... more safe...more convinient....more cozy.. more AVAILABLE....than in real...
Atleast that is the place where ... I can own him...
even.. without his own permission ... without his own approval.. and without his own acceptance or denial...
And that's how I LOVE HIM..
Madly...
Complicatedly...
...
...
...
And he thinks..that.. "I am not into him....."
RiTti :)