He stared at her like he loved her
He smiled at her like he loved her
He texted her like he loved her
He talked to her like he loved her
He sent her a flower like he loved her
He cooked and prepared her a lunchbox like he loved her
He wrote her sweet words like he loved her
He blew her good-mornings to encourage her to start the day like he loved her
He whispered her good-nights before she went sleeping like he loved her
He asked her if she was cold and offered her his hoodie like he loved her
He intertwined his fingers with hers like he loved her
He brushed the top of her hand like he loved her
He held her hand when they were walking side by side like he loved her
All lovely things he did like he loved her
He always did those things in the dark night. Maybe he didn't like the rays of sunlight or shadows of him and her under the dim moonlight are fancier. He wanted none but them to know what was happening between them. He didn't want him and her to be exposed by the world. He was blindfolded by his own point of views. It was only between him and her, none needed to know, none needed to butt in.
She liked that. She liked secret actions happened between them. She loved the darkness since she could see unknown feelings right in them. She was only able to guess what was in his heart through his gentle acts that he did like he loved her, never sure if she was right. She didn't mind, she loved uncertainties so much. She didn't need any explanations from him as long as they could be always together with no lights, she was more than happy. Darkness was her beatitude.
They liked it that way. Their minds were in an enchanting oblivion. They were in another world, the place where they belonged. The silent place with no one living there other than them. They were trapped in wonderful solitude. They didn't want others to get near to them since those other people could harm their untitled relationship. Too many fingers in a pie would make the pie tasted bad, that was echoing in their heads. They didn't have any intentions to title their narration because they were so sure if they did so, things between them would be so complicated. Yeah, an untitled story with no one knew anything about it was a complete bliss.
They were damned. Damned since they didn't know what each other felt. They were too scared to figure out the things within them. They were locked in a wrong ease. They were linked with an unclear grey tie. They didn't dare to color it with a brighter color to make it clearer. They thought it was enough. They had a relationship of some sort that they didn't know what it was. They felt comfort with each other's presence under the blackness.
The saddest thing about them was he knew he loved her from the tip of her hair to the end of her toe fingernails but he didn't want to admit it even to his own self. So did she, she knew she loved each atom, particle, molecule and micro thing of him but she didn't want to admit it even to her own self. In the end, she didn't know he loved her so she kept thinking that he acted like he loved her. Vice versa, he didn't know she loved him so he kept defining her smile that she formed like she loved him. They kept denying the knocks in their hearts. Ink it all out on a piece of paper in their souls. They lied. These were their arts of denials that gave them a sense of elation, temporarily.
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