Whispered words...

I whisper words, hoping the air will carry the vibrations of my sounds to your ears.

I've been looking...

"I've been looking for you for a long time," she said. "So, if you could just stay in one place until I find you, that would make things much easier."

Heartbeat…

I fell asleep with my head on your chest, and even though I've had a crick in my neck all day, I carry the sound of your beating heart in my ear and it drowns out everything else.

They seldom wore shoes on Sundays...

Most Sundays they spent a good portion of the day in bed. He read the paper. She told him about her upcoming week, taking a cat nap after her plans for Wednesday and waking up later to tell him about the weekend. Around 1 o’clock they made brunch—a colorful plate of strawberries and blueberries beside a stack of pancakes. She curled up on one end of the couch, her legs and feet covered with a blanket. He sat next to her, his legs sprawled out in front. They looked forward to these lazy Sundays all week—sometimes spent laughing at whatever movie he had in his queue, sometimes spent holding one another hovering the thin line between pillow talk and half-conscious murmurings as they slipped into a light sleep. As daylight turned to dusk, their stomachs reminded them of the hour and, for the first time that day, they put on shoes and walked three blocks to the corner café where they took a seat at their typical outdoor table and ordered the exact same thing they had ordered every Sunday night for the last eight months.

StoryPeople...

I try to imagine what they're thinking, she said, but I keep falling asleep. I'm probably going to have to move away soon.

Comfort zone...

She wanted to fly by the seat of her pants and go wherever the wind took her…until he told her they would lose a lot of their comforts. When he mentioned giving up cable, she thought maybe they were just fine right where they were.

The beginning...

I haven't seen you in 9 hours.
Actually, 9 hours and 18 minutes.
It feels like forever. Doesn’t it feel like forever?
Yes…it’s crazy. When we’re apart the minutes feel like hours, but when we’re together the hours feel like...milliseconds.

He could hear her smiling through the telephone.

I may have to cancel tonight. I just found out I have to work late—big deadline tomorrow.
Is there anything I can help you with? I'm a good proofreader and I make pretty decent coffee.
Aww, no…it’s okay. You’d be bored out of your mind. But I will see you tomorrow, right?
Well, of course you'll see me tomorrow. You better see me tomorrow.

They missed each other. With the kind of missing familiar to the beginning of relationships.

As he sat on the couch late that evening, thinking about her and flipping aimlessly through channels, he heard a faint knock at the door. Opening it, he found her there, smiling.

I couldn't fall asleep without seeing you.

And that night they slept on his narrow sofa, his heavy arm wrapped around her waist, the television’s glow casting shadows on the walls.

Transparent...

Every move she makes is transparent, but no one ever tells her. They know how happy it makes her, thinking she has everyone fooled. 

She knows...

She knows what she wants and she isn't about to waste her time apologizing for it.

Missing...

I’ve learned I am forgetful
without you here to
remind me
of the day to day things
like taking my pill every morning
getting enough sleep
or visiting the doctor when I should.

It’s been many weeks
since I remembered
to take the small
blue pill
that balances
chemical reactions
and levels inside.

At my next doctor’s visit
when they run their tests
placing my blood under a microscope
they will notice my routine has changed
and nothing is balanced—
that something is missing
right down to the composition of my cells

but only I know
what is really missing.