Did I miss the words or the feelings they carried?
Once again, I didn't choose them.
I didn't know why they were there. I wasn't even sure they were justified, but since yesterday, they were in my head and wanted to reach you. They wanted to be heard, no matter what the consequences and what you'd do with them.
I didn't expect anything in return.
I didn't even know what I could expect.
I didn't get anything, and it was ok.
I spoke my mind. I freed myself and shared what was had to be shared.
You don't know what these words mean to me.
You don't know what "love" means to me.
You don't know that it is a pure sensation, a feeling maybe, the feeling of being well.
You don't know that these words don't force you to do anything, that they don't expect anything, that they don't change anything between us.
Maybe you hadn't noticed that they already were in my eyes and my kisses.
You don't know that to me, to be tender and to love are the same.
And that to love is different from being in love, from being tied.
You don't know that you're always free, to answer me or not, to love me or not.