When We Were

by Diana Elliot Graham

As I turn up to him, my nose grazes his chin. His head resting back against the sofa, eyes closed, beginning to drift off. It’s a slow-motion avalanche. I love you. I think. “I love you.” I say. I can’t gauge time in this moment. It crawls. So. Slowly. He doesn’t immediately open his eyes when the smile overtakes his face. He doesn’t try to hide it, not his smile, and not the emotions feeding it. Slowly lifting his head, bringing his hand to cup my cheek. The pressure of my teeth in the soft skin of my lip keeps me focused on that feeling, and not the one I just laid bare to him. His thumb so tenderly runs over my lip and plucks it free. Immediately landing his own mouth against mine in replacement. His kiss, our kiss, builds, slowly. His hands pull me deeper and deeper into him. Stealing breath from my lungs and clearing the chaos from my mind. He cleared my mind so he could fill it completely. So, there would not be noise or distraction when his hands held my face, and his eyes held mine. “I love you.” Replenishing the silence with only that singular thought.

Sweet love but im so confused and curious to what will happen next and when!