You gave me those red marks before I can even speak.

"I love you," you said with your voice told me that you could not breathe properly. My spine brushed the bed while I pushed your body against mine.
"I love you too," I said. Mesmerised because of you. Nervous before my hand grab the sheets, holding the lust that come through me.

It was that Monday evening.
With you, with lust, with love.
Alone.

It was a Saturday night.

I dived my head strongly to the pillow with a song in my head. There was a young woman who was so happy with her lover calling, leaving me like a stupid woman trying to hold my own desire to say hi to you.

It was strange.
There is no "hi". There is no sign that you wanted me. There is no sign that you crave for me, thirsty for the sound of me breathing.

It was me who always reaching out to you.
Everything changed. There is no words as sweet as candies flying through the air that trying to make me smile. There is no exciting voices that will makes me scream to the pillow. There is no names being called with a sweet voice.

I miss that.
But, well, why would I tell you? Because every one word that you give in our conversation do not worth my pain. Because every less than a minute phone call do not worth my tears.

However, I always by your side. No matter what. In case if you think that I am tired of you.

I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I will tell you the story of me breathing in this world and I need those ears to listen and remember that your woman still here, with you.

I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I will cry out loud and I need you to realize it. I need you to hold me and tell me everything will be okay after those ears told you what just happened.

I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I want you to acknowledge my opinion, trying to understand it. Not just shut me down like a paper without letters.

I need those ears, sweetheart.
Because I am thankful of your eyes that amazed by my presence and your lips that loved to against mine when we were alone. But, I need your ears because I am a human with voice.

Not a broken radio from the old days.