awkward silences;

You are my dream, my most imperative dream; I need this dream for my survival; all my life I've done little besides waiting for you; finding you was my one wish; I was almost dead when I couldn't find you; almost; that is how much you mean to me; you wouldn't ever fathom those depths of my obsession; my wait that seemed to last forever; my hidden fears of not reaching you; of returning empty handed from your threshold; you have no idea; you never will know how much I have yearned; the culmination of my every single desire is you.

But when you're before my eyes, even in the flow of our innumerable meaningless conversations, sometimes creeps in an awkward silence; a pause I fear will lengthen into an end or something of that sort; this makes me hate those awkward silences so much and get scared of them allthemore; those moments pass in the slowest of manners possible; every moment making our subconsciouses ask each other, now what?

When our mouths stop talking, our minds start talking; in those moments of the awkward silence. Sometime, mine might even tell yours, just how much I have wanted you.