Member-only story
Balloon Prompt Story- THINKING OUT LOUD
He’s Mine
Right?
Not a member? Read for free.
It’s the first time he has called me his.
Even though technically he didn’t use the words, mine, or his, or anything else that resembles the same meaning. But the way he says all the other words; the assertive yet soft tone, the lean that’s nowhere near me physically, the gaze that isn’t noticing anything else.
I have to be a fool not to consider this as a sign that it’s meant to be.
If it isn’t, it wouldn’t feel like this.
Right?
The closeness.
The smoothness with which every conversation starts, and ends because of someone else’s interruption.
It’s never us who say goodbye.
It’s more like we are always made to. And we follow the command like a herbivore accepts its fate by a carnivore, not by wish, but by laws of nature.
I wonder what would happen if we’re never interrupted, will we continue to talk till our last breath? Or will we even forget to breathe?
I wonder if the interruption is the reason we keep coming back to each other.
