Unspoken words

He was moving around.
- You look like a caged animal about to break free.  Jean, you can tell me whatever's eating you inside. I know what it's like.
- You do?
- Yes. The thing inside you scratches you and then you feel a discomfort, almost a pain. The scratch hurts you, but not much. And there are times when you think, I'm free, I have nothing else, but those moments are ephemeral. Deep in your mind is the pain of words that have not been spoken. In time, you get used to them. The pain becomes a part of us. Sometimes the pain is imperceptible, sometimes it grows in size and tries to swallow us whole, but always at the last minute, we manage to save ourselves from total perdition. I know how it is.
- Yes, that's exactly what it's like. I've kept it for a long time, I can't take it anymore. I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you.
- But Jean, you know the feeling is mutual, don't you? I thought you'd never tell me.