I am writing a short love story. There is a moment when the man and woman he loved meets after 3 decades at his home and they strike up a conversation. They had some unsaid feelings buried deep within and it just overwhelms the man. He puts forward his feelings and pain more gradually but more aggressively. I want to make this situation very intense and as real as possible. What points should I keep in mind in order to do this?
Is it necessary to provide a detailed description of the interiors of the house and points like 'she sat on the antique looking sofa' and all?
He smiled at her with a bit of watery eyes. But hers was as beautiful and sparkling as always and with a melted heart he said "hey"
"hi" she replied with her soft voice, climbing the stairs back to him. For the first time in 32 years he was looking again what he considered the most beautiful face.
"how are you?" She said in a heavy tone, but with a subtle smile.
"I am fine" wondering she has come back after all these yrs.
"How are you?" he asked.
"I am fine but don't you feel its bit cold out here!"
"Oh yes, I am sorry please come in" Thus she entered his home. His was a detached house with a ground and first floor. It seemed as if either he is shifting in or shifting out, suggested by the few articles kept in the drawing room. Just a small wooden center table with a sofa and two dissimilar chairs around it. And old chandelier, a flower vase in one of the corners with some dust laden artificial flower set. There were good number of windows. She remembered he used to talk of houses well ventilated and naturally lit rooms.
"You live alone here?" She said turning to him from the room's ceiling.
"Where is your wife and kids?"
"For your information I never got married, if that's what you have come to know." He never liked the way she would say things as if they don't mean anything to her.
"I didn't mean to irritate you."
"Yeah, i know."
"I thought you would be happy to see me" she said looking down.
"Happy to see you? Let me be honest to you, seeing you in person after 3 decades has withered me. Its as if I will crumble any moment now. Though I always imagined this day and believed I can face this situation but I am not able to. I don't know what to be. To be happy or to be sad! The pain, the agony, the moments with you I have always cherished are gushing out of me. You tell me what should I be!"
She sank her chin into her chest. He could few drops of tears falling off her face. He realized he was being too rough. "Hey, I am sorry dear. Didn't mean to hurt you. I have always been unable to hide my feelings from you. You know that, but I never mean to hurt you. Moreover you are the stronger one of us. Isn't it"
She wiped her face with her handkerchief. "You want coffee or tea" he asked.
"Neither. I just want a glass of water."
He brought her water. She sipped it slowly and thanked him keeping the glass on the table.