Conversation Stopper

Conversation Stopper

The first time I saw you, I didn’t know you.  And I didn’t care.
I paid you no mind…and you probably didn’t even see me looking.
But the first time I noticed you I knew I loved you.
I knew I wanted to be with you, to have you, to hold you.
And I wanted you to hold me.
Yes, this was the very first time noticed you.
First of all, I noticed that we had not met.
I had seen you several times since that first time I saw you, you know, when I didn’t care.
But now that I noticed you, I felt a void, like I just had to get to know you.
I had to know you, have you, and hold you.
And you had to hold me.
But you probably didn’t even see me noticing.
So I spoke.
And you spoke, probably because it would have been rude not to.
Or maybe because before I spoke with my voice, I spoke with my eyes.
And before I spoke with my eyes, I spoke with my heart.
And I felt your heart speak back.
I saw your eyes respond too.
Yep, we had a conversation, before we had a ‘real’ conversation.  And there’s no denying that.
Well, soon we were both equally craving to have conversations…everyday…every hour…obsessively.
I’m not sure who wanted it more.  We both needed it.  So we did.
Conversations about life, about death, about friends, about school and work, about likes, dislikes and hates, about goals, about God, about food, about fun, about family, about money, about hair, about music, about celebrities, about games, about health, about kids, about movies, about parents, about pets, about sports, about travel, about television, about books, about the weather, about other women and other men.
And then…a conversation about love. 
But really, we had that conversation the first time we spoke; you know, before we used words, when our hearts and our eyes spoke.
The love was mutual.  The conversation was fulfilling.  The timing….not so great.
The circumstances…impossible.
And we haven’t had a conversation since.