When you see what I see, will you understand me then?

Gustav Klimt - the kiss

When you see what I see, will you understand me then? You say yes, but I see in your eyes, in your mouth, in your face only doubt. You probably think what a drama I'm doing again. But why do you go from me without saying anything and come back again in silence. Why do you not pick up the phone when it rings and I stand beside you. Why do you close the browser when I enter the room. It is clear to me that you don’t want to see the same. I see so much that I can see only doubt. I doubt your loyalty, your honesty and your love. Why do you not tell me simply that you do not love me anymore? It wouldn’t be easier for me, but more honest. It would break my heart, but in a large fraction which would be better than a slow death of my heart. You try me to confuse me with your laughter, to wipe away my doubts, as just then your phone rings. You look at the display. Your face tells me you will not answer it. "Come on, take it" hesitant you lift it to your ear.

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just like that, for the rest of the week. 

Keeping smiling with a happy heart. ♥

yours Ailena ♥