she wanted words

Kate Moss Sketch (091/365) from a outra mafalda


She wanted words I couldn't give her. Why she wanted a word? Phrases? Weren't my actions the prove enough? Telling her the words would mean let her in, without no further barriers. Whispering sweet little lies in her ear was not longer enough... she wanted us to be one (such romantic idea). But to be one, I wasn't ready to give up of  my individuality, my freedom or free will. To tell her the words was the beginning a prison of words and commitment, that I wasn't sure to want to start... (with her).