To Show You My Heart
The non-understanding was killing me. Again.
“I don’t get it – what the hell are you thinking?
I hate doing it, but I couldn’t let this happen.
“Alright… let me show you…”
Closing my eyes, trying to hide the tears that only just never spill over, I opened my mind. I could hear him gasp as I slipped tendrils of thought into his consciousness. I started to show him the music in my heart, the worlds in my head.
Images, sounds, pure feelings – the things I could never tame with words. I had to make him understand, even if he ended up not accepting, me.
It hurt – more than anything else. Tore hard, ripped deep, exposed my soul. Scarred, naked, trembling.
Pulling back finally, I opened my eyes, sat up. He was kneeling close by, holding his head – shaking. I held out a hand. Not quite an apology.
He looked up, eyes red.
“Okay… I think- I know… I get it now.”
He reached out – touched my hand. Not quite forgiving.
But finally understanding.