Sep 10, 2007 22:08
We'd stay up late, late into the night. Talking about things we didn't understand, things no one could know. We'd speak to each other more closely than lovers.
In the morning gazes would avert, blushes would rise. We would avoid each others glances, because to us conversation was more intimate than any act of lust. We knew it and couldn't stop.
Didn't want to.