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Interlude: Falling
Mar. 11th, 2005 02:16 amWe are kissing our goodbyes in the middle of the street at midnight, reaching over his bike to touch each other, hands together communicating the sorrow of our parting. Our conversation is light, inconsequential, but suddenly those startling eyes are on me again in the streetlight.
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
My heart is racing suddenly, and surprisingly the urge to bolt is very small, very quiet in the back of my head. My lungs are empty, and when I remember to breathe, the breath comes in shakily. I close my eyes, touching my forehead to his. "Does it scare you?" I ask, mouth mere inches from his.
"Yeah."
"It scares me too."
"So we're in this together?"
"Yes." I smile up at him, and there is a certain candid relief on his face. The kiss is sweeter for it, somehow.
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
My heart is racing suddenly, and surprisingly the urge to bolt is very small, very quiet in the back of my head. My lungs are empty, and when I remember to breathe, the breath comes in shakily. I close my eyes, touching my forehead to his. "Does it scare you?" I ask, mouth mere inches from his.
"Yeah."
"It scares me too."
"So we're in this together?"
"Yes." I smile up at him, and there is a certain candid relief on his face. The kiss is sweeter for it, somehow.
