May be, May be not..

Sometimes I don't have anything to tell you and I still want to talk to you. Hear your voice, the funny sounds you make, your answers in monosyllables.

May be I just want to tell you that I love you, that I fall in love with you each time you have a story to tell. Tell me more of those or may be not, unless you don't want me to fall in love with you, all over again.

May be I miss you at times. When I open my eyes and see that you are not by my side. And when I am alone and am thinking of no one or nothing in particular. I think I think of you then. This is mostly all the time. And I think of you when I smile and when I laugh and I know that because everyone says that now I have a shine in my eyes. May be I shouldn't laugh as much. Unless you want me to miss you all the time.

May be I like it when you are around me. We should spend hours together doing nothing but sleeping in each others arms. Talking of this and that. But then you would have to leave and I would be left alone. May be we should not meet more often. Unless you want me to get addicted to you and to the fact that I would want you around me like no one has ever desired.

May be I should tell you that I love you. May be I should not. For you would get used to it and I would miss the gleam in your eyes and the ring in your voice when you hear those words from me.

May be I should tell you all this and more. May be not..

~A