"What if i told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart? I can't share my emotions with you, because my own emotions submerge me in a sea of self doubt, indecisiveness and macabre madness. The endless torture I face is but a result of the unsteady and wavering heart that I was blessed with since birth. The idea of placing said burden in your hands is one I can not bear," Kenneth spoke the words out loud.
He paced the floor of his living room, back and forth, back and forth. The words he spoke, rehearsed and remembered floated in out of his brain as he tried to find a tone that would suit the occasion. Words that would make her understand that he simply was not capable of sharing his inner thoughts and emotions. Kenneth was not distant because he lacked love for her. He was not distant, he adored her, followed in her shadow, and loved her more than he had loved any creature, object or thought that had crossed his path.
A knock at the door jolted his heart awake. Kenneth thought it cliche to say his heart was beating out of his chest, but he could look down and nearly watch as it fought to break through his flesh. The words he had turned into a mantra quickly faded from his head as there was a second knock at the door. Warm sweat quickly turned cold at the thought of revealing his innermost thoughts. A third knock, this time harder, he could sense the frustration through the knocks. Kenneth grips the door and flings it open in a moment of triumph afraid of what would come next.
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