Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Wondering Why

He wonders why.
Why doesn't she look at me with eyes that gleam and full of love. Why doesn't she want to endlessly listen to the words I have to say....the way she used to? Why doesn’t she want me?
As he sits there contemplating the complexities of the 'whys' she looks at him, wishing he would just come and hold her. Treat her like she was a treasure to behold, rather than just another woman. She wants the romance back.
She wants to feel as if she is the only one in the room....when she is lost in a crowd. To feel beautiful. To be the woman with him. To be the only one that he directs his love and affection to. She wants to be in a room and know she is the only one he is thinking about. She wants the Cinderella story....to be whisked away.
She wants to see the tenderness of his heart, the depths of his soul. To caress him with her words.
He thinks he's gotten her-he has worked so hard for her-now he’s got his prize. That’s just it…she isn’t some trophy....but little does he realize she still needs the chase. She needs to feel wanted. She needs him to ask....to care. She wants him to pull her close and tell her he isn’t going anywhere. She needs to know that he is her friend first more than anything.
She doesn't want him to look at her and think questionable things....but to look at her with eyes full of love-as if she is the only one that could ever fill the sickening void in his heart.
She wants the soft words, the charm and the loving glances.
But she doesn't see any of that in him...she sees a man who is incapable of such things....and is starting to loose hope in the rest.
Is the romance gone? Was it ever really there or was it just a figment of every girls mind. Perhaps it is really true…they give romance to get what they want. So is the little romance that does exist-is it fake? To be made felt like a lady must have just been a passing thing apparently. A kind word here, a loving embrace there.
She isn’t an object for free roaming hands, someone to listen to crude remarks, or just the maid. She is every mother, sister wife and daughter. She is a lady. A lady who is looking for true romance….for honest respect. Love.
If he ever cared enough to show interest and ask…..then she would show ten times much affection…and he wouldn’t be sitting there wondering why.

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