On my bed, my legs wrapped around yours, our hearts merged;
the sound of your breathing calms my soul, as I giggle gingerly.
"Do you ever think of our song?" I ask feverishly. "I do."
His fingers fit perfectly into mine and so does his tears, as he turns his head away, "I don't know -"
My eyes narrow, this is forever gone in a whisper. The eyes once filled with passion, now frame falsehoods; he's trying to lie to my heart, but he knows he doesn't have to.
"Do you remember singing to me?" he asks, finally turning his head back around. "It was like an angel serenading my soul. Did you know a tear came to my eye?"
"No," I lie; his lips quiver. "But was it a tear or a waterfall?"
"What's the difference; you saved me."
When the words left his mouth, so did his resistance. His fingers, embracing mine, refrain and move to my face, feeling my tearful eyes and stroking my lips lightly, as if he knew.
"I loved you." he whispered, barely audible against my hindered heartbeat.
"I love you too." I reply, bringing my fingers up to his face, to trace them fondly against his sideburns.
"I said loved," his voice shook. "Past tense."
"You can't turn emotions on and off." I plea, as I trace each beautiful feature of his face and try and memorise him, just the way he is.
"No I can't, but you can always turn him on."
Then he left me; he sat in the room for moments later, but he never again would look at me the same.
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