We lay side by side.
Counting the lines in the ceiling.
Leaving what was left unsaid.
Unsaid.
"Why do you say
You L word me?"
I asked.
"Because it's true!
Silly."
She puffed up her cheeks.
I rolled my eyes.
"I mean.
Why don't you say love
Much?"
She thought about it.
And I held my.
Breath.
"Love is just a
Slightly scarier term."
Slightly.
"How come?"
I wondered about what she thought.
All the time.
"A lot of little things
Go along with it.
Including,
Having to give a fuck."
She told me.
She didn't give a fuck.
About anything.
But I saw different.
"I thought you were
All about
The risk."
"I am.
I just haven't gotten around
To that one."
I didn't know how.
To respond.
So I stayed quiet.
"You know what's scariest?"
Her voice sounded small.
Like she didnt want to say it.
"What?"
"You're starting to make me
Want to
Give a fuck."
