The Silent SpaceHe talked so much, as if it would never end. She was tried of his endless talks; her patience was all consumed. The ambiance made her more vulnerable. She asked him to stop blabbering. She wanted him to make some love. Passion was still missing in his eyes; speech was the only sense that he used. Romance absent, so was sexual pleasure. She asked him to sense what her hearts words were, what messages her smile conveys. After all the real pleasure is in acceptance, in your hearts defeat. Instead, he made her silent. And the night ended like that, in silence, forever.
Love is...I've always thought of love as something that one should feel instantaneously when meeting a person... but that's not always the way. Almost always, the first attraction we have towards people is physical, be it looks, or smell, or maybe something else. It has actually been stated (yes yes, it was in an Old Spice commercial, but bear with me!) that smell is what ties us to the most poignant memories we have (I made it sound prettier). As soon as I heard the thing about scent being tied to memory I've always remembered it because it somehow rings true to me; when people die their loved ones often find themselves looking through clothing simply to remember the smell of the deceased.Now, I've always hated to believe the first step to love being physical attraction. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for physical stuff  but when it comes to love I'm completely serious about there being an equal balance of all aspects. Here is when we come to the hard part... what IS love? One of those big qu