A man of few words he let his actions speak, he saw her in ways others could only fathom and he gave light to her greatness. But she begged for those words, just 3 simple words was all she needed to hear to confirm what she
already knew. Yet he dared not address them, you see those words have shifted his world too many times. The quiet submission of those words relinquished him to be easily broken at her whim. When he held her in his eyes she felt every syllable but heard not. She could see the passion barreling from his pupils, yet the silence that echoed seemed to be uncomfortable for her assurance of his heart. She needed those words from a man whose voice had grown meek, but his gestures quite opposite. To him talk was cheap and life had shown him that what you do and don’t do reflects the heart. But for her his actions began to play second fiddle to the desires of her inner ear that needed to hear him confirm what he has shown, confirm what she had seen and felt. He was a man yet he began to lose value over 3 simple words that held great power and also great pain as he had learned in past passions of purpose. He loved her but he knew uttering those words meant losing himself again after he worked so hard to find who he was. The ball seemed to be in his court, and despite his Jordan-esqe effort the game seemed to be on the line and he had one last shot. What would you choose if in his shoes? He gave her the world what more did he have to prove? It seemed these 3 words held him captive yet again and diminished his efforts, the only way he could win is if he was willing to lose.
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