Jun 15, 2004 13:11
that night the music was slow and the air was thick and i slid three fingers nervously across smooth misshaped buttons, clumsily searching for the cessation and the silence so i could turn to him shyly- but propelled by some dimly lit star, and say 'sometimes i want to tell you i love you, but the syllables never quite fall from my tongue'. he looked at me with patience or impatience or just headlights in his eyes so instead i whispered 'what are you thinking right now?' perhaps to stall or perhaps to wait for a sign or a distraction. and he mumbled some things about the weather in ohio so i flashed him a nonchalant smile and we returned to the song. as the first notes blared {it was the kind of night to play the softest songs at the fullest volume} i wondered if i really did love him or if i'd only become desperate to feel.
a breath or an hour later i awoke with a start as he veered quietly into my driveway. 'i love you too', he said softly. i turned to him, all firecracker eyes and lips parted slightly in surreal stupor. an oblivious little smile crossed his face and he pressed his left palm against the broken neon lights before us, 'eleven-oh-two', he repeated.