second of july ( continued )
ashton was sleeping on my couch downstairs.
basically lets just say that we drove back to my house with the most awkward silence fufilling the air. the tension that filled my car was so thick I was practically choking on it.
it could have just been the fact that he just spent five hours on a plane and now was tired, I couldn't really tell.
all I knew was he was staring at me for 95% of the car ride and everytime I looked back at him he'd awkwardly smile and rub his neck and I would have such the urge to poke his dimple but I know he hates that.
I mean dont get it wrong, we did hug for a exceptionally long period of time at the airport and we both started tearing up a bit, but as soon as we hit the car we both had no idea what to say.
at one point he said, "I have to say, you are ten hundred times prettier in person."
and I remember turning to him and giggling a bit, before responding with, "you telling me im not pretty over camera?"
and then he said, "no silly, im just saying that It was hard to admire the beauty you own over a camera. now that Im seeing it in person it's a lot different."
and that was about all that was said. but, that was all that needed to be said.
