June 6, 2014

You glanced at me across the table and 

I knew you loved me. You were so 

beautiful, smiling like that. I thought 

that you may have been happy then, just 

for that moment. I hoped so.

We walked downtown. You 

were barefoot and holding your heels, I was 

holding your hand. You rested your 

head on my shoulder at every crosswalk and I 

told myself that everyone was staring 

because we were perfect together. And 

we were.

We sat by the water and 

talked about things that didn’t matter and 

your eyes forgot to tell me that you loved me, but 

you reached for me and your lips 

told me that you did.