She’s always so emotional. Within seconds she can be either laughing out loud, or bursting in tears, for no particular reason. But tonight it’s different. I can see how sad she is, but I just don’t know why. We’re sharing a room again. Usually she gets all happy, chatty, humming and smiling, but tonight she’s just standing by the window, staring somewhere way past the horizon.
“Flo, what’s wrong?” I ask her, but already knowing, I won’t get an answer from her.
“It’s nothing, really”, she shrugs her shoulders, trying to brush it off, like everything is fine. And it’s not, I can tell, cause there’s no light in her usually shinny eyes.
“I know you all too well … did something happened? Anything I can do to make it better?” I ask, as I step closer, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. You tense under my touch, and I can’t understand why.
“Hey, you know you can tell me everything?” I ask, as I lay a hand against your cheek. You close your eyes, and lean into my touch. I step closer, pulling your body against mine, into a hug. As you open your eyes, I can see that heartbreaking sadness. I almost cannot take it, it just hurts to see you so defeated. “Hey, no matter what is it, it’s going to be okay, I’m here for you no matter why”, I say, and lean to press a soft peck into your lips, offering you some comfort. But when out lips touches, the way they did hundred of times already, it feels different. There’s that spark, a raw emotion, that lefts my lips tingling and aching for more. “Florence … what just happened?”, I look into your eyes, trying to find some answer. You don’t look confused, just so … haunted. Your eyes bore into me. You just lean your head against mine and sigh. I can feel your crazy heartbeat, as fast and unsteady like my own. When you lift your hand and stroke your thumb against my lips, I just can’t help but shiver under your touch. I look into your eyes again, and suddenly everything makes perfect sense. How could I be so blind? I lean again to kiss you, this time it’s not just a friendly peck, but full-blown passionate kiss, driven by desire, passion and … dare I say love? When the need for air becomes desperate and we pull apart, I look into your eyes. The shine and happiness is back, when you stare at me, grinning like a lovesick fool, which you already were. We both are. Together.