the distance, it's written on a ticket to remind you when to stop
What's interesting is the pattern the two of them fell into after their first meeting. Sure, everything was new and unfamiliar the night she had sat on his bed, watching him try on an oversized coat. He leaned over her nervously and asked her what music she liked and she answered carefully, but with amusement.
Things evolved quickly into a routine neither of them anticipated. Hands were held during trips for unnecessary groceries, smiles continuously exchanged and jokes made at the expense of others. Their attachment was solid within a week, her regard for him never concealed. There was no game, only the pressing of fervent admiration; they were falling in love. If he selected a song for her to hear, she listened with the intent on immediately approving it.
A year into their relationship she sat on a couch and his head rested against her lap. A book was opened and she read it with concentration, giving a voice to each character. He listened with his eyes closed, his hair was soft beneath her hands. She felt so restless; he felt so inadequate.
Things evolved quickly into a routine neither of them anticipated. Hands were held during trips for unnecessary groceries, smiles continuously exchanged and jokes made at the expense of others. Their attachment was solid within a week, her regard for him never concealed. There was no game, only the pressing of fervent admiration; they were falling in love. If he selected a song for her to hear, she listened with the intent on immediately approving it.
A year into their relationship she sat on a couch and his head rested against her lap. A book was opened and she read it with concentration, giving a voice to each character. He listened with his eyes closed, his hair was soft beneath her hands. She felt so restless; he felt so inadequate.