Our love has been a monologue, almost always..
Either you were revealing your ideas and societal judgements to me and I was passively assimilating your energetic submissions..
Or it was I who was pouring out my obsessive dreams of love and passion, as both seemed synonymous, and you were taking them in the way a father would nonchalantly bear with the consistent chatter of young minds..
Then there were nights when I howled my heart out and promised to leave you for good !
You broke the monologue, cuddled me like a child and put me to rest with a patient heart and lullabies..
There were also days, when even a Goliath like you broke down and the tiny bird in me rose with wings of fire , covering you in her halo..
It's those days we realise, our monologues are one beautiful creation of the heart, they bind us forever..in our bipolarity we seek each other!!