The silence between the words

I love the silence between words, because when I’m talking to her, every time she stutters, my heartbeat waits for her words to make me alive again. Every time she looks at me, I think that maybe she’s the one. Every time I confess my love for her, her silence between the words makes me feel important. Was she the one, or was I just overthinking? Those silences between the words could make me impatient, but when she’s silent, I get to look at her tender face, her mesmerizing eyes. That’s the time when she’s not trying to fit into the class, or trying to be someone else. That’s the time she is what I like — she was not like us. That’s why I loved the silence between the words — because I never got an answer from it.