Trusting You.

He moved unbareably close to me. His nose touching mine, our breathing moving at the same pace as he looked into my eyes and I looked into his. "Tell me, has your flame died or does it flicker in the darkness?" His words came out like a gentle stream. My flame wasn't gone, it hadn't died, it was still their in the darkness burning just as bright as it had the first day I laid eyes on him. Before words left my lips he placed his hands on either side of my face and whispered, "you show signs of knowing what you want, you act as though you want me to kiss you. You're pulling me closer every moment, every second your heart beats I can hear it beating for me. So why do you push me away?"