How do you react when partners say I Love You?
I wish I could create groups that would fit what we write. I didn't know which category to put my non compos mentis experience.
I remembered him and I sitting idly by under a Weeping Willow on a scorching hot summer day in 2014. I was daydreaming of characters I've created in my head and what Arab men wear underneath their Thaub. He was probably thinking about what outfit to wear the next day. He was very vain, well dressed and immaculately presentable. He took great care of his looks and every hair on his head were moulded to perfection. We were different in so many ways, I was aloof and he was a social butterfly. I couldn't care less what I wear, as long as it's clean, ironed and decent.
Suddenly, I could hear him whispering "I love you. Flustered and uneasy hearing the 3 words that are often use to mask and deceive blinded recipients by deceitful partners. He whispered again, this time slowly with a raspy twang thundering out from his voice chords "I love you." I'm sweating profusely, at the time, my brain wasn't comprehending how he can utter these words after knowing me for a week.
Am I expected to jump into his arms, look into his eyes, sigh like elephants blowing their trumpets while batting my eyelashes like a lost puppy hungry and ready to devour affection greedily. I could hear my alter ego screaming, can you muster up the courage to return the declaration of his joyous love or should I momentarily lose balance and dash like the wind. The sun was beaming it's mighty strength upon us and I could feel a volcano slowly erupting on top of my head. What should I do, should I look to the sky and count birds or to my oversized handbag and pretend I've lost my marbles in my coin purse. This is exactly what went through my head when my ex boyfriend said I Love You.
I ended up pretending I didn't hear him and snored a little to stop him coming any closer with his hot breath of love.
Do we have to adhere to the conventional orthodox conformity of society. Are we suppose to follow what the "normal couple" brand dictate or pressure us to trail. I can't fathom substandard phrases used to lure me into an unascertain pretentious trap. Why can't we enjoy the friendship, camaraderie and companionship without promulgating it with love.
In my opinion "I love you" is a matter of communication, rather than a lack of love. I have set myself a goal, I will say these words only when I want and feel it. Everything is inconsequential if it's not unfeigned.
After writing this, I have realised that I am indeed complicated and a tad bit bonkers.
I remembered him and I sitting idly by under a Weeping Willow on a scorching hot summer day in 2014. I was daydreaming of characters I've created in my head and what Arab men wear underneath their Thaub. He was probably thinking about what outfit to wear the next day. He was very vain, well dressed and immaculately presentable. He took great care of his looks and every hair on his head were moulded to perfection. We were different in so many ways, I was aloof and he was a social butterfly. I couldn't care less what I wear, as long as it's clean, ironed and decent.
Suddenly, I could hear him whispering "I love you. Flustered and uneasy hearing the 3 words that are often use to mask and deceive blinded recipients by deceitful partners. He whispered again, this time slowly with a raspy twang thundering out from his voice chords "I love you." I'm sweating profusely, at the time, my brain wasn't comprehending how he can utter these words after knowing me for a week.
Am I expected to jump into his arms, look into his eyes, sigh like elephants blowing their trumpets while batting my eyelashes like a lost puppy hungry and ready to devour affection greedily. I could hear my alter ego screaming, can you muster up the courage to return the declaration of his joyous love or should I momentarily lose balance and dash like the wind. The sun was beaming it's mighty strength upon us and I could feel a volcano slowly erupting on top of my head. What should I do, should I look to the sky and count birds or to my oversized handbag and pretend I've lost my marbles in my coin purse. This is exactly what went through my head when my ex boyfriend said I Love You.
I ended up pretending I didn't hear him and snored a little to stop him coming any closer with his hot breath of love.
Do we have to adhere to the conventional orthodox conformity of society. Are we suppose to follow what the "normal couple" brand dictate or pressure us to trail. I can't fathom substandard phrases used to lure me into an unascertain pretentious trap. Why can't we enjoy the friendship, camaraderie and companionship without promulgating it with love.
In my opinion "I love you" is a matter of communication, rather than a lack of love. I have set myself a goal, I will say these words only when I want and feel it. Everything is inconsequential if it's not unfeigned.
After writing this, I have realised that I am indeed complicated and a tad bit bonkers.
