You held me close as we watched that horror movie,
covering my eyes with your hand as if to protect me,
I squirmed and squealed and hugged you tighter
Buried my face in your chest and smiled at your scent.

Later we joked of safety precautions,
to prevent the same ill-fate as the 2D stereotypes,
the conclusion was made; we must never leave the flat.
And I thought to myself, 'Not a bad idea'.

We spend alot of our days in small gestures, small words,
a touch and a squeeze as you walk by in a rush,
my hand on your back as you play the boss,
a kiss caught on camera we hope nobody knows.

On days off we make sure we wake up together,
spend the day playing house, you dried my hair,
I watch you in the mirror, cologne in my eyes,
I laugh and stop your apologies with a kiss.

Rewind to the night where I'm tear stained and stubborn
And whatever you say isn't going to be good enough.
Ten minutes of silence, then a hand on my waist,
A whisper...

Hey.

I love you.





I love you too.