I stand in the crowd at an IM5 show and look up at them, at him. I smile to myself, because know one else knows about us. But I think it’s better that way, because that way we can have a relationship in peace and not worry about the world. We can get away.
After the show, we meet up at the park around midnight, as always. I always say that we should wait until the next day, because he’ll be too tired, but he insists and says that he’s never too tired to see my face.
I sit on the swing set, dragging my feet in the sand and thinking about us. I don’t even notice as he sits in the swing to my left, he’s so quiet and I’m so absorbed in my thoughts.
He leans over and plants a chaste kiss on my cheek, making me jump. He smiles cheekily, “Did I scare you, Kylie?”
“A bit,” I admit, blushing.
He chuckles, “Sorry about that.”
I sway back a forth a bit, both of us sitting in silence for a while until I cut in, “You did a really good job tonight, at the show.”
“Thank you,” he beams, reaching over and taking my hand in his and squeezing it. “And just thank you for everything. Thank you for always being there for me, for always letting me be myself, for never judging me, for loving me. Thank you,” his voice cracks and he looks away. He’s trying his best not to cry.
I grip his hand tightly, “You’re welcome, Dana. You know I’m always here for you, it doesn’t matter what they say, because I’m not going anywhere.”
His head turns, there are tears in his eyes, “I love you,” he whispers.
I smile, “I know.”
