Storyteller

He was a story and I so wanted to be the storyteller.

He told me a lot of things. Never did I know before that my concentration level was this high.

He told me how his life took shape and all I could think of was, how our life together would look like.

I told him that I am awkward at conversations and he made sure that I would never feel the same again.

Perfect pitch, resonance, rhythm, and pace, pauses at all the right places, the narrative so gripping- it was a story you would like to hear over and over again.

Sadly, I couldn't ask him to become my story. How could I? I wanted to develop it further while it was complete in itself.

But knowingly unknowingly, he has become my story and I, his storyteller.