Do you know that I love you

"Do, you know that I love you?"

She did not answer me. Just stared at me with her saucer-sized big
brown eyes.
A crystal clear brown like the morning sun illuminating a precious
gem.
Her eyes pierced my inner soul as if she had thrust a dagger into my
heart. They broke down any barrier or defence I could muster.
Maybe she did not here me?

"Do you, know that I love you?"

Without flinching she continued to stare at me.
Smiling with her big full red lips.
Luscious, kissable lips that I had tasted and savoured like a fine
wine.
Tender, succulent lips that consumed my very being.
Lips, that were now, beyond my reach.
"You always said that I never told you enough, well I am telling you
now."

"Do you know, that I love you?"

Her lack of response confirmed what my head already knew but my heart
refused to accept. While it still pulsated every rhythmic beat hummed
her name.
Like the accused is lead to the dock for sentencing; with a bowed head
I staggered to the bulging black bin liner in the corner of the
room.
Without a word, still smiling, she followed me with her eyes.
"What you didn't want I have packed in here" I voiced, gesturing to the
bin liner.
"Everything, no ties, no memories, except you."
Her skin glistened of darkest, darkest chocolate: creamy, smooth,
caramel, tempting me to devour her.

"Do you know that, I love you?"

As droplets of water evaporate in the desert-heat, my words fell on
deaf ears.
I paced to where she stood, where she had stood for over a year.
The girl-me.
The being who could fill my lungs with overwhelming ecstasy yet, with
the same breath sap every last ounce.
Unclasping her from the silver frame I ripped out the photograph and
tossed it into the bin liner.
It's over.
My stomach tightened as I felt an emptiness, a void.
But deep inside.
Deep inside the depths of my soul.
Deep in the place I always wanted to take her but was to scared.
Where the 'real me' dwelt.
Deep in there I could here an echo, whispering-

"Do you know that I love, you?"