- Him: Have you ever been in love?
- Her: I don't know. I've told people I love them. But I'm not sure if I was really in love. You know?
- Him: Yeah . . .
- Her: How about you?
- Him: Only once.
- Her: How did you know you were in love?
- Him: Because when I was lying next to her in bed, I never wanted to leave, but it was also never enough.
- Her: What do you mean?
- Him: I didn't want to do anything else other than stay in bed with her, but I wanted more . . . to be closer to her.
- Her: So what did you do?
- Him: I pulled her closer to me and held her tighter. But it still wasn't enough. And then I had this thought in my mind of unzipping my body, from head to toe, putting her inside me, and then zipping myself up again. The idea of it gave me peace. I also thought I was crazy. But that's how I knew.
- Her: Knew what?
- Him: That I was in love.
Remember when I cried and we drove around and you played that song and it made me cry even more and you put your hand on my shoulder and all I needed was silence because I couldn’t handle anything else.
I’ll breath it too.
Angered by the things you have done to the ones I love as of recent would be irrational and naive. I still don’t understand you. The way you use your control still doesn’t make sense to me.
I can’t be angry at something I don’t understand. All I know is you better find a way to make things better. Where is the bright side of this?
20 years and I’ve never known.
Maybe it’s lights and rain through the city. Maybe it’s numb ankles from frigid water at the bottom of the dam. Maybe it’s lake mud and baked shoulders. Knowing what you’re going to say and do. Being comfortable with that.
Long talks and long drives. When you told me that I couldn’t help but agree. I already had before you opened your mouth.
Wings wouldn’t help you.
Two days before I move in and four days before I start my new job. I must have some bad karma floating around somewhere -____-
For at least today