Untitled to the core

His cappuccino had long since gone cold. He didn’t plan to drink it anyways. He wondered, why it hadn’t struck him earlier, this feeling called love. She sat at an arms length. Engrossed in her own thoughts. Half looking up, from the Italian salad, which she so loved. A serene silence enveloped them he wanted to tell her how much he cared. He wanted to tell her how he died every time she battered her eyelids. She looked up from the plate and flashed him a smile. He didn’t want to speak; he didn’t want to stir the silent nothingness. Sometimes words don’t do justice to it. He realized how much he loved her, but then her affection had long since gone forth.
“I am not really that dumb, there is no future in it – “
He reminded himself. Love and infatuation battled with the willingness to forget. The road seemed improbable, impossible may be. A series of “whys” rang in his head, but sometimes a question brings ever more complex answers, i.e. if they bring answers at all. The path seemed broken and the journey impossible…the love, the time spent together, the memories would all remain a question, a question forever.
She perhaps sensed the turbulence in his head, with her raised eyebrow she nodded her head, perhaps asking “hey what happened?” she allowed him a small but a warm smile. Within seconds he made the most important decision of his life. Mustering all the strength from his stomach that god had given him blurted out…
“I love you”
He left shortly…