I'll miss telling you stories

   You were never just the reason why I tell them. Still, I always anticipate the times when you finally get to hear them.

In many ways it is because of you that I tell so much detail in most tales I share. I didn't care if I'd be pathetic to others. I shout them in public just so you can hear them, just so you know what I feel, what I do everyday. Just so you know, without me telling it to you directly. Because I cannot tell everything when we were alone. Time always wasn't enough. And my power to express seemed useless most of the time. Only through stories am I able to be with you everyday. Not that you want it but I want it that way anyway. It was my way to make you feel I was always here. It didn't even matter if you leave before the tale was over. You dropping by to eavesdrop was enough for me. At least you know I wasn't far away.

Also, you were the reason why I tell codes. And you were the reason why I didn't elaborate most of the time I was asked to. Not even when it was you who kept asking.

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