Up. Down. Up. Down.
My heart feels like it should be my hand outside the window.
Simulating a roller coaster ride, with only one defect.
My heart is stuck at the top...

"What is your favorite thing about me?"
We play this game a lot. The question game.
It seems different tonight, Maybe it's the air.
"I have to pick one?"
He knows me too well. The subtle, coy flattery which I adore.
"Just sum it up" and he ponders then goes off.
"Your smile" I smile "Your laugh" I giggle
"Your eyes" I blink "How your listen" I tune in even
more.
Subconsciously. All of this. Without knowledge of even doing any of it.
Sudden thought--better question.
"Why do you love me" He stares at the road ahead, just driving.
I'm thinking- What do I want him to say?...Darling, say because
I'm me. Just me.
"Because you are yourself. No one else. You are unique and,
I fell in love with that." So matter of factly.
I watch the street lights flicker by, biting my lip. Holding it back.
I have no answer. Just the comfortable silence...
that’s busting and screaming with hidden meaning.
"Does it ever make you want to cry?"
"What?"
"Me. Us."
"I've done that a few times."
The pads of his palm and fingers squeeze mine.
So much love. Such a little gesture.

Butterflies stretch their wings and flutter rapidly as I steal a glance from
him.
Never have I felt this way. Never.

Up. Up. Up.
Yeah...It must be the air.
 
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