I imagine this is how Kate felt before her affair begins…
We don’t talk anymore.
We murmur.
I’m not sure when that started, but it’s as if our words huddle in our mouths, as afraid as we are of releasing them.
In the company of others, we laugh and vocalize, capable of using our words. We are verbose and loquacious, seemingly drunk on the lilt of our own accents. So why, when we retire to quiet spaces, do our expressions dim as quickly as the light switch on the wall?
Anything would be better, I think, than the rambling mutterings of frustrated hearts.
Our quiet, our unspoken is tearing us apart.
Linking with Velvet at Velvet Verbosity for her 100 word Challenge, the word this week: Murmur
“rambling mutterings of frustrated hearts” . . . beautifully worded.
oh thank you my friend, I’m so grateful for you reading this for me before I hit publish.
I agree with Tina. That’s a lovely line.
thank you Cam, that means a lot.
That was shivery good. My relationship is just fine, and yet I’ve noticed that sometimes we light up more in public than together. I sometimes learn more about my husband from listening to him talk at a party. So I can easily imagine how, if the love had just faded, that could turn into miserable silence.
I agree, I find out things about my husband in groups too…and yes, the silence, the things we just don’t say anymore hurt more than the things we do sometimes. I’m glad that that came across in this. I appreciate your comments.
It does seem that communication, the simply task of talking with one another, is a lost art.
it does, doesn’t it? For how connected we are today, we feel farther apart sometimes. I’m glad that you saw that in this.
I hate this kind of quiet.
me too…I think we all do. Even being as connected as we are, we still have times of just lonliness in it. Hmm…
Loved this…that is all
I’m so glad…just hoping you never feel like this. xo