We are sitting on the rooftop staring at the huge crowd passing across the street. Your hands touch my skin after days of craving the feeling of your fingerprints on it and suddenly the blood starts running through my veins again; warm, rapid, electric, alive, just like that huge crowd.
I spent days wondering if there is a way to make the words “I love you” come out of your lips and slip into my soul. Everytime I kiss you a thousand of my “I love you’s” are locked up on my lips, struggling to find a way to get tangled with your tongue and uncage yours.
On the bus ride home I recalled the way your hands struggled to bring me closer even if we were already touching each other, the tender melody of your “I missed you”, the way you kept my hair tangled in between your fingers while I was telling you about my day.
They were screaming a thousand “I love you’s”.