I remember. What felt like a Wednesday afternoon was actually the middle of the night. we switched of the lights. distanced only by the beds.
Talking. Whispering. under the thunder storms that seemed to shake the house. we could bearly hear each other but some how we found the correct responses.

When our eyes could no longer open. When the storms calmed just as our conversations. Things began to feel tense as the silance filled the room. So I pretended not to hear you when you said "I am falling for you".
My heart hid in its stomach and my brain hid in my gut. speechless I remained.
Speechless we slept.

The morning that followed, I concluded you...


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"We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love."
Robert Fulghum, True Love

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