Actions speak louder than words, or do they?
He could have held her hand all day,maybe even hug her tight but she would still be unsure about his ‘love’.
It had been ages since she saw that love in his eyes which finally snuck its way to his voice. His strong yet silky voice, caressing her and making her feel like she mattered.
Action did not mean a thing to her till there were words adjunct to it. She wanted to hear him express, to listen to how she made him feel, to listen to him mouth those three words like he meant it. But that was long gone.
Why, she kept asking. She’s still stuck in that infinite loop -She loves him, he loves her not, maybe…