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Muted Conversations V

Today, you made me walk on floors of happiness.
Even though sometimes, my happiness has flaws

And then you decided to tear me up with laughter and bring out my intestines, performing a surgical operation i would call: tickling butterflies.
Because, that was how you made me feel.
 
Truth is: You are a stranger with a strange way of making your aura strangely fascinating. It would be a waste of time trying to fathom why you, at some point mystified my emotions into confusion.
Because,
my emotions are me, and me, my emotions. But today, me and my emotions snubbed each other, like we were enemies from time immemorial.
 
I am still trying to reconcile my thoughts with the reality that you are someone I'm becoming really fond of and I'm also trying to figure out why i see you in a whole new dimension of insanity.

Because,
Chemistry is a subject i don't want to study now because secondary school days are over but what if i asked if we could study this subject and understand it meticulously. There are a lot of experiments we could try out together if only you are willing to let me into your world.
 
Because,
Mine is in chaos already. And chaos begets peace. There should be a balance, maybe you are that balance. Even though balance comes with its own Fragility.
 
You have a calm smile. Similar to one given by peace in a conference of noise. I won't try to break my head trying to figure out why it burns every shyness in me.
 
I'm yet to feel the nature of your skin, how soothing they may be, I'm yet to hold your hands and study the nature of their tenderness. I"m yet to whisper to your ears words that expresses how i feel. I'm yet to do many things.

Which i will, only if you let me.
 
Not my will babe. Just let your will be done... in me.

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