And I let it out.

So,I let it out. I knew it was enough,and now,keeping the seeds of scream inside my heart would have resulted in nothing but silence, prevailing forever.

I'm not a wimp, I'm quiet,vocal only when situations demand. Or,simply when I want to talk.

So we spoke. This time, actually,I spoke. And he listened. I spoke from the beginning to the end, I spoke from the trivial to the hugest,and he just listened and didn't wait for me to end. 

But I did,eventually. And we concluded. No,not everything, we've never been the sorts. But we did conclude the barrier that stood, the hesitated words that always provoked to get out, and the "fuck it,I need to tell him this!"'s. 
So,
I let it out. For good.


After a long time of me voicing the most complicated feelings to the simplest, I stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief, To his question- yes, it felt good.
It did. 


Abruptly..Or I'd say gradually actually, we went back to fooling around. Random talks, gross topics, "I love her" talks,and the normal abnormalcy of our thoughts.


So,we were back.
Not that we weren't before. Just a little more..Us. Just a little more, nothing new.


And we carried on, with our roaring ideas, and typing them one by one on the chat screen.




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DISCLAIMER: No, for all of you who think I speak of my lover,you're wrong.
Fiction,is the post.


--Nil.