Why do we have to talk and ruin things? Why not just sit here in silence and let the world mind it’s own business? Why not let me look into your eyes and watch the flames dance in their infinite depth, penetrating each layer of mischief? Why not live in the moment till the point where the funny becomes unfunny and the dark stormy clouds of seriousness take over us and we let the gravity of this moment sink in? Why not let me look at your face and not be worried about etiquettes and being awkward? Why not seize this moment that has presented itself to us out of other infinite possibilities? Why not let me show you what can happen if you grant me access to your heart?
My dear, if you let me, this moment could be something else entirely. Why then, ruin it by talking?