I FEEL LIKE HE'S HIDING something from me.
"What's wrong?"
I looked down to my side and was met by the worried expression drawn on David's face as he skimmed over my bothered demeanor. His eyes were glimmered with anxiety and I tried to ignore my inner hunches, pulling off a strained smile on my lips instead. I brushed the hair falling on his forehead and sighed.
"Nothing," I said in a reassuring tone and leaned down to shift his mood with a sweet short kiss, adding, "I love you."
Though I deliberately said it more towards myself, in relevance. It felt like a spoken reminder. It was one way of convincing myself to stop being overtly deluded. We love each other. That's fair enough... But as I stared back to the ceiling, I just can't shake off this nagging feeling at the back
