Life: Why do we hurt so much to love?

It was the day before your Christmas.
You seemed as if you were hiding your emotions.

For the first time.

I was unsure of what it was that would come out of your beautiful mouth.

Watching A.T.H.F as usual, the commercials came.
You crept off the bed to our closet with a boyish grin.
Your legs bent at the knees you positioned yourself an inch away from me as you returned.
With a small blue box in hand you seemed so vulnerable .

With your constant beat producing fingers you opened this small box.
To reveal a emerald and diamond ring.

"My birthstone." I breathed silently
"Thank you for doing more than the regular .",I sang.

With animated faces upon us.
You placed this ring on my RING finger.
I was shaken and the most happy this female could possibly be.

After three and one half years of loving each other no matter what happened.
Sharing every inch of space together, that either one had ever encountered.
You being the first and only one , so i imagined to make me yearn for the touch of the male perspective.
After every fight and every kiss.

We sat there.

We silently sat there.

And then...


That uncomfortable silence occurred.

I, sat there with an indescribable Happiness.
You, sat Glorified and..Secure.
I hugged your neck as if i never had and always wanted to.


You didn't ask me anything.
You didn't ask me anything.

I suddenly felt the crash of an endless story building falling upon me.
I said nothing but tears.

Ripping the ring off my finger, you raced out of our room.

You felt as if I didn't appreciate your gift.

I felt stupid for thinking you would be asking me THAT question.