The Sadness Feels Heavier Underwater

SWEET CREATURE - lee

I honestly have no idea why Denver wants to live the way he does. He just spends all his free time holed up in his dark bedroom listening to whatever the latest depressingly crappy band is. And he needs a haircut. Like, he REALLY needs one. No wonder he's still single.

He looks up at us skeptically from his perch on the couch as I roll my eyes apologetically to Hayden. We sit down. Denny looks at me, his eyes willing me to say something so he can just leave and go back to thinking about his life. Honestly. He can hardly say he has one, he's never even dated a single person. I think he should try and get with that Ollie kid. He's cute. Not that I'M hitting on him though, Hayden is the one I care about right now.

Denny stares at me, annoyed. He stands up, saying, "I have some stuff to do. Sorry."

Pathetic.

He walks out the room and I look over at Hayden. I connect my old iPhone to the living room speaker, press play on Cavetown's latest album and reach out to touch Hayds' hair. He makes me so jealous, he has this mid-length, thick, brown wavy hair. Sometimes I think he looks like a young Harry Styles. Only he can't sing, like at all.

We just sit together in silence, basking in each others presence. I think that not speaking is a far more powerful way of communicating than speech. Sometimes I don't understand it at all. All you really need is yourself, and you can tell someone anything you want to. 

I lean back into the soft blue material and close my eyes. I can feel Haydens chest rising and falling, and I wonder what he's thinking about. But then I think, what does it matter? I'm here, he's here, and we're together.

I couldn't ask for anything more.

It's perfect. HE'S perfect.

All of this, this whole world we've built, feels like one of the purest things in this entire universe.