Vyshnoo

I had stories to tell

It was 1 am. I pleaded him to stay for a little longer. I wanted to tell him stories.
It got colder as the night passed. My emotions were pouring out with the darkness falling upon us. I had stories to tell.
I regretted fighting with him 2 hours back and now I was in a great mood and I wanted to tell him things but he was too sleepy to listen. I had stories to tell.
I wanted to tell him about the fights I had. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to be lonely anymore. I wanted to tell him so much. I had stories to tell.
I wanted to tell him about my childhood. I wanted to tell him my darkest and deepest secrets. I wanted to tell him why I don’t have friends. I had stories to tell.
I wanted to pleasure him with dirty talking that night. I wanted to tell him that he completed me. I had stories to tell.
I wanted to tell him about my family. I wanted to tell him my likes and dislikes. I had stories to tell.
I wanted to say I LOVE YOU, in the ways he never imagined. But he said, he had to go and sleep now. I didn’t beg him anymore and cried it out and buried the stories I had to tell.