long dark night of the soul.
"Remember that horrible joke I came up with when we were still in high school? 'What caliber are these guns?'" I giggled as he flexed, and I kissed his bicep. "That still hasn't lost its appeal, you know," I said with a wink, craning my neck to look at him.
He smiled and nodded. "Yes, I know."
"I'm glad we found out that being young and in love isn't overrated," I said, leaning back into his chest.
"I'm glad we found out being in love isn't overrated," he replied, his voice a somber hue among the warm ones of our house. He tightened his arms around me and I felt each inhale and exhale.
"I"m sorry sweetheart."
"For what?"
"I don't know. For everything. For your dad--"
"Baby--" he began, sucking in a breath. "It's not your fault."
"I know. But that doesn't mean I don't want to take all of that away."
"Thank you," he said after a pause.
I said nothing in return, but turned sideways in his lap and held his head to my chest. We stayed like that for a time, not really talking, but comfortable in the relative silence of a city apartment.
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He smiled and nodded. "Yes, I know."
"I'm glad we found out that being young and in love isn't overrated," I said, leaning back into his chest.
"I'm glad we found out being in love isn't overrated," he replied, his voice a somber hue among the warm ones of our house. He tightened his arms around me and I felt each inhale and exhale.
"I"m sorry sweetheart."
"For what?"
"I don't know. For everything. For your dad--"
"Baby--" he began, sucking in a breath. "It's not your fault."
"I know. But that doesn't mean I don't want to take all of that away."
"Thank you," he said after a pause.
I said nothing in return, but turned sideways in his lap and held his head to my chest. We stayed like that for a time, not really talking, but comfortable in the relative silence of a city apartment.
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