"My love, if only you would talk to me," I stared into her eyes. "Why can't you see how much I care?"
Like always she said nothing. Why wouldn't she talk to a dude such as myself, I would never know? I just wish she would say one word.
"Don't you like me anymore?" I pleaded with her. "Can't you see how great of a guy I am? I'm funny and smart, I'll treat you like a queen, I'll give you everything you need, and I'll always be there for you. I know that, but do you? Why can't you just admit your feelings, and tell me how you truly feel? Why?"
She was still silent. After several weeks of me talking to her, she never spoke a word to me. She didn't even acknowledge I existed.
I got down on my knees and begged, "Please, I just want to hear you say those three words. Please. I love you so much!"
"Michelangelo! Are you talking to that super model poster, again?" Donatello yelled from outside my room.
"No!"
