It suddenly struck her at 9:50 am on a Wednesday just as the cab she was travelling in turned left at the junction just minutes away from where she would get off and walk into another day filled with all the hours that she would spend away from him and she realised that all her disappointment over him not expressing himself enough not in so many words at least was really a blessing in disguise because as long as the canvas between them was blank she could fill it with whatever she wanted and she could change the words and expressions to suit her whims and fancies because what if he actually revealed how he felt and what if fell short of her expectations or worse what if it was so insanely amazing that they would spend the rest of their lives living in its shadow desperately looking for ways to top that so yes this was so much better because she could let her imagination run wild and drum up all that she desired and it wouldn't matter then what he said or how he said it and whether or not he really meant it no none of it mattered as long she had the ability to close her eyes and breathe slowly and draw him into her seductively with each breath and then let him out of her just as sensuously and satisfyingly.