You were there, sitting on the floor in front of me.
The televisions light was shining in front of us, creating just enough light for me to see your beautifully freckled shoulders, or how your hair lay flat on your head, and how your lips were pink and swollen.
So careless and vulnerable, but trusting me enough not to break your heart just like I promised I wouldn't.
Although promises are meant to be broken, neither of us would let that happen today.
I was there, admiring you and thinking about how I wished I could stay in this moment forever.
I wondered what would happen if I leaned forward and kissed you, and I wondered what you tasted like, right in this moment.
I wondered what you were thinking, and if you were thinking of me.
I hoped you were.
I thought of how you were like art, so beautiful and complicated, how I could listen to you talk and stare at you for hours.
We were there, together.
Nothing was heard other than the muffled sounds coming from the television.
You looked at me and I looked at you, silence becoming louder, but we smiled.
We smiled, because although neither of us were good with words, we still talked.
And neither of us wanted to fall in love, but we did.
We wanted to say everything but left it at nothing, we didn't want to lose the comfortable silence.
Both of us found homes within eachother, and it might not be four walls and a ceiling, but you had pretty eyes and a heartbeat and that was enough for me.
