sweet nothing

when a man says nothing, there's always something.
me and him. we sat on the grass in my backyard and looked up to the sky. we were stargazing in the middle of the night.
he sighed. i asked, "whats wrong?"
he answered, "nothing." he smiled.
the purest thing i've ever seen, his smile.
i was thinking, there must be something. something wrong.
"is it me?" i asked.
"no, it's not you," he answered. and then another smile.
"is it you?" i asked.
he laughed. "yeah, maybe it's me," he answered my question. then he smiled. again.
we both kept in silence.
"cheer up," i said. i was trying to ease any kind of thoughts that bugs his mind.
"i will."
another silence. it was a long one.
i shruged. it must be because of me.
"i'm sorry," i said.
"for what?" he asked.
"for anything that i've done wrong."
"you didn't do anything wrong."
"really?"
"yeah."
then another silence. it was even longer than before.
"i love you," he said.
"i know," i answered.
i didn't see his face, but i could tell that he was smiling.
his smile. i never got bored nor had too much of it.
"i love you too," i said.
"i know," he answered.
when a man says nothing, there's always something.
but a man who doesn't always tell you what is bugging on his mind, just so he wouldn't hurt your feelings, is actually really sweet too, dont you think?


Karina, July 25 '09