tell me a secret

Tell me a secret.

I’m looking at it, I responded without taking the gaze out of those eyes, inevitably reminding them of their guilt in all this, provoking and yet delivering them crystalline honesty. In a second, I noticed the hesitation caused by such fast response, words flowed naturally from my mouth to the ears of my secret, as they dwelled in opposite opinions, I observed a discreet smile of pleasure surge on the corner of the lips. Therefor it wasn’t necessary to go on further and explain that you are my secret, the biggest secret I’ve ever known, this idea was in the air, and I was sure it have been captured by us mutually. The most meaningful things we communicate are all in which we don’t say – perhaps because of this inherent incapacity of translating feelings and ideas into words that could never be comprehended by none. There is an innate quality attributed to relationships that feed in the realm of silence, and yet, communicate through silence itself. A silence of joy and sadness; nevertheless, a silence of love, in which we communicate in the most ordinary means.

A.