taciturn

half a decade, and i’m still your friggin’ fan. but each time i frivolously tell you these things, you send me virtual hugs. i close my eyes and feel you kiss my forehead. you let go of that nose twitch, marveling at my naiveness.

you tell me, in your crunchy tagalog, that conversations need not be recorded and little nothings need no screenshots. because we’ll have those still, everyday, for the rest of our lives.

you gave me the gift of silence. before your arrival obeyed my need for intimacy, to hush is excruciating. but your ardor enveloped me in an armor so resilient, i do not anymore burn myself when i close my mouth shut.

~ by ragerain on July 31, 2008.