a Sunday morning 12:18am
it began once the final seconds of the fifty nine minutes had come to an end. It began when the timer had moved onto the five zeros and a single lone number one at the beginning.
"Are we?"
His voice resembled childlike confusion with hopefulness that was both bothered to cover. Although he tried to hide most of any positive emotion in an anxious situation I could easily read the sound of his tone.
Silence followed through in heavy gallons, my stomach had finally come to a slow stop. Like dipping blue into white paint, slowly the waves that had caused sweaty palms and moth filled stomachs had come to a slow stop
"I don't know, are we?"
I was overfilling with hope, wanted him to go ahead take the lead and say yes, yes we are together. We are dating. Everything is mutual between us two.
But instead of a confirmation we became too alike and morphed into two flustered messes. It felt sticky and warm like honey in hot milk.
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