Sunday, May 16, 2010

Cute Little Love Stories 9: The unnerving silence

Cute Little Love Stories 8: The train robbery



"you're not talking much today"

"I am, i'm talking to you"

"No you're speaking with me but you're not talking"

"You know i'm a private person, i don't like to talk much"

"Yeah rite, yesterday night you were"

"I was drunk"

"But you can talk"

"I'm afraid"

"Nothing wrong with that"

"You acted like a jerk"

"I know"

"Bitch"

He smiled

"What are you smiling about"

"Funny thing is you can split an ice cream with me, but you won't share your thoughts"

"No, i won't"

"Why did you call me over half way across the city for then"

"I dunno"

"Exactly"

"You should leave now, call when you're in the city again, we'll catch up for lunch"

"No, we won't, you have enough friends, you call me, when you need me, when you can't hold back any longer and need to talk"

"I'm not that desperate"

"Well then, we'll see"

"Bye"

"You know i won't say having loved and lost is better than not having loved at all, cause i live with that pain every day, but it atleast makes you feel alive..."

6 comments :

Sparkling said...

You know, somewhere along the way I lost the train of who was who here! Well, maybe I should read again! Pfft!

Luscious Sealed Lips said...

But, how good is this life if you hold on to it? Moving on is not a bad thing at all. It is just a matter of choice, Holding on or Moving on.

I know this is not easy for you. But also, you have chosen this.

Kisses.

sanely insane said...

@Sparkling...yes yes read again :)

:P

I'm not holding onto it...i'm trying to find something to move on to..can;t move on till u have something to move on to...thats the problem

aria said...

"I'm not holding onto it...i'm trying to find something to move on to..can;t move on till u have something to move on to...thats the problem" Touche..

I think.. I love this line in your comment more than the post!

sanely insane said...

baat baat mein baat nikal aati hai

Pri said...

your last statememnt did get me thinking..
misery is self made...maybe that is why we hold it so close to ourselves and refuse to let it go..
the same holds true for the pain love brings along i guess