and moving lips to breathe her name

I fumbled for a pen. Lipbalm, shopping lists, contraceptive pills; but somewhere there was a pen.

i re-read my own words. How often I am so lost in instantaneous thoughts that I, and they, escape my mind. I took a step back and smiled. i looked up at you, over the crowd, busy on stage. I smiled still, and looked back down. You could feel it. Not at that second, like the perfect romantic story. Always.

I watched the lights dim all around but on you. A hush. We waited to hear you speak. I waited to hear you. I waited to hear the stories, but I had heard them all. And there I stood, for all to see. A story. Ours.