church street

but it was then that i realized no matter where we go or what we do i will always have some sort of nebulous, ever-expanding love for you and the way the rain hit your glasses and your calloused hands in mine and the way your laughter echoed through the empty park in the dead of night (who cares if we wake up the lady across the street?)

and we look at each other like we're about to kiss but we (somehow) never do, always just teetering on the edge of "almost" and every whispered declaration of affection hanging from our lips in the form of "be careful" and "see you later" and "you'll catch a cold"

we are just waiting to happen, two tiny, finite little plants with such an infinitesimal existence too short to see the world but

will we try