She stood before him, her whole body trembling. I love you, she wanted to say. I know I should not because it’s not allowed, but I love you. You are my first grown up love. The man, young and good looking, kept his eyes on the chalice. He did not dare look up at the person in front of him. She waited a few minutes; then shrugged her shoulders. As her back was turned to him on her way out, she heard him gasp. Her head made a movement as if to turn towards him. She shrugged again and pushed the big thick door open.
Help! I wanted you to help me say it! I want you to understand how I feel about you. My eyes did the talking for me. I didn’t have to do anything with words. The way I stood, the way my hands tried not to show emotion or nerves—all were more eloquent than anything I would have dared say.