Reality

20

"Did you know?" I asked Miles, looking straight ahead and cringing a I heard my voice crack. There was a hesitant pause.

"Yes." He said meekly, I clenched my teeth together, upset that he kept this from me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I said in a monotone voice, I didn't want him to know how upset I was about this.

"If I had told you," He began, swallowing nervously.

"You wouldn't have let yourself fall for me, you would've stayed distant, you wouldn't have shown affection. If I had told you do you really think you would be holding my hand right now, and do you think that barely half an hour ago you would've asked me to make love to you if you had known?" It was obvious in his tone of voice that he was upset, I couldn't blame him. I was upset too.

"Miles, I l-"

"Don't you dare fucking say it." He growled, spinning me to face him, our faces only inches apart.

"Why the fuck would you even consider saying it?!" He yelled, glaring at me. Tears ran down both our faces as I let out a shaky sob.

"Because, if I don't let you go now then I'll never be able to. I need to let you go, I can't not say it." I whispered to him, sniffling in between sentences. The party had quite obviously died down. I could hear a few drunken teens lingering around my house, but the general crowd had become much smaller, though I could still feel the pounding at my feet from the generic pop music. And honestly, I was still a little buzzed.

"You have to not say it, okay, I want to say it. I want to say it so fucking much. I have since the moment you opened your front door and I looked into your beautiful green eyes." He said, quieter now and less angry, but so much more intense. I bit down on my lip, trying to stop even more tears from falling.

"Me too." was all I could whisper out, causing Miles to chuckle sadly.

"You can cry baby, it's okay to cry." He said, his tears falling now at a much more rapid pace.

He cupped my cheeks in his hands and pushed our foreheads together lightly. "Miles, to me, you are the one who puts all the stars in the sky." I whispered.

He smiled, looking into my eyes like he had just seen my soul, with so much love and intensity.

"Jasper, to me you are all the stars in the sky, every single constellation. So bright, and so fucking beautiful."

And then he pulled me in for a kiss, one with so much passion that my heart could have exploded from love, and a kiss that sent tingles up my spine, one that left me absolutely breathless.

"I hate you so, so much."

"I hate you more."

But we both knew, that's not what we really meant. Not at all, quite the opposite really. Because we loved each other so deeply you couldn't measure it.

And that night we fell asleep, tangled in one another's warm embrace, almost terrified to let go, as if one of us would just, disappear. Sadly, one day one of us really would.