Nothing more Nothing less
Sitting together on the unusually large window sill, watching the flickering street lights breathing in and out. Once in a while, a person passes by, and you giggle and try and guess what they’re doing out that late. How they would react should they find out we’re seeing them from up here.
With your hair on my shoulder, lightly brushing the neck, I can’t help but be grateful for that moment with you. For having your warmth in my life. The heat of your spirit enveloping my every thought. I lift my free hand and give your cheek a brush, so you’ll gaze at me as I gaze unto you. The words go unsaid, and yet clearly communicated through the mild sighs, of a tranquil kind of passion. And gratitude.
Your fingers press softly around mine.
The world is vast and the future infinite, but next to you, I have a place. That’s what the fights are for. The misunderstandings and the hours which we spend upset. Every hurt feeling we unwind through awkward, uncomfortable discussion. Every moment spent in fear that it might be over. It is all for the sake of having this. This place where we belong. Fully accepted. Fully understood.
Loved.
No one deserves it. No one can do enough to earn it. But despite that, we both want each other to have it, and so it is that we give it. And we take it. As much as we can.
More a dream than any other dream, really. That moment, visualized and experienced by imagination in an endless amount of situations with as much detail as the greatest of fantasies.
Truly a tale of fiction like no other.
Some of us are blessed, or just fortunate, but most get just what we deserve. Nothing more -- but at least -- nothing less. - Kuzcopia
