Long long ago ❤️

Lying on the floor in a room lit only by the streetlight glow through the gauzy curtain. Voices low. You’re stretched out on your back while I lie with a leg draped over yours and my head on your chest. I wish I could remember what you said, what made me prop myself up and look down at you, feel the smile on my face when it hit me. Did I pause? You raised your head a bit. You were looking at me when I said it. “I could love you. Would that be okay?” In that moment I felt like I still had a choice… I wonder if I did. Then you dropped your head back and smiled at the ceiling. “Yes.” And it didn’t matter if I’d really had a choice or not.