I lost track of the count of breaths you took as the dark of the night blended with that of the inside of my eye. I had never wanted so badly to be at someone's side, comforting them with not only my embrace but with the sly use of words. I spilled my heart out and the mess stayed in the air: unkept, lost and uneasy. A chance is all I wanted, even more so than an answer. An answer to my question. I would stay up in hopes that the dawn would bring the consolation that silence didn't. The pause on the screen reflected that of my heart, and of time itself. In that moment, i had felt a peace and discomfort like never before, coexisting together, under the cover of my pillow. I keep on counting his breaths as they lull me to sleep, where I'll dream of this moment forever.
