viernes, 12 de septiembre de 2008

Sometimes I Just Go For It

“Would you come with me?”

The giggle that followed it was either beautiful or heartbreaking. Or both.

“I want you to forget everything.”
“I won’t.”

But, of course, everybody knew that.

“You won’t either.”

And, of course nobody really cared.

“I can’t wait any longer”
“I know.”

Silence. Silence, and one hand stretching out for another. Silence, holding hands, silence still.

“I love you.”

“I know.”