That Night

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

That night, a beautiful woman stopped us in the tracks of whispered conversation to tell us how in love we were. We laughed
And the others called us lovebirds
That night, as soon as we stepped into the venue, I read your anxiety and calmed you.
I knew just what to say. I always do.
We couldn't stop touching each other, just a finger linked through mine or a hand on the small of my back
And our eyes found each other across the room whenever we were apart too long.
We shared muted giggles and silly secrets in the car on the way home.
That night we realised we knew the tiny details of each other; a change in voice, a twitch.
That night was perfect
Like we almost were.

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