I Stopped Conversing With You

I stopped conversing with you because
the silent I love yous
that flowed out of my heart
were impossible to deny.
I couldn't swallow the flowers blooming at the tip of my tongue any longer,
I wanted to pluck them and give them to you.
I couldn't walk the same path you walked without smelling you in the fallen leaves,
or hoping I'd catch your intense hazel eyes stealing glances at me from behind the Neem trees,
or stopping to sit on the old wooden bench by the lavenders to replay how you'd playfully call me silly for watching Desperate Housewives before I asked you to take a break from heavy metal music.
I stopped conversing with you because
you were the face in my mind when I read romantic novels
and the reason I dreamed of a wedding for the first time in my life.
I had to stop conversing with you because the fences they built between us showed me that
I could've been a pearl in your ocean but you were the ocean to me.