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“Let’s just go.”
“Where?”
“ Somewhere, anywhere.
“Anywhere that’s not here?”
“Anywhere that’s not here.”
“There’s no where to go but here.”
“We can do anything we want.”

The night enveloped my skin like a warm blanket and a still-welcoming friend.
Your eyes questioned me in the dark, searching for an answer you would never be able to find.

“Come with me.”
“Let’s wait. You know I’d go anywhere with you, but let’s wait and make a plan.”
“Trust me.”
You slipped your fingers through mine and rubbed your other hand up my left arm.
The hairs on my flesh stood up, accentuating the goosebumps that so often appeared on my porcelain skin.
Your palm was warm and dry against my cold, frail hand and acted as a comforter to my ever-breaking heart.
I felt empty, yet warm.
Confused, but content.
We journeyed across the pavement, together in body
And for once, together in soul.
The glowing streetlights illuminated the gravel beneath and hummed their pervasive, monotonous tune;
And the homes on either side of our ribs appeared soothing and held what we knew to be perfectly happy families.
Perfectly happy.
I laughed at how preposterous the phrase sounded, and you stared at me but didn’t ask questions.
You never asked questions.
“Let’s make our way to Atlanta.”
“Why Atlanta?”
“We can start a new life there.”
“It snows it Atlanta.”
“We could be happy there.”
“I love you.”
“Don’t you want to be with me?”
You stopped suddenly, tilting your head up to the stars and closing your eyes.
I watched you, as enthralled with you and my process of reading your thoughts as you were with the sky.
You shifted your broad shoulders and turned to face me.
Your scent, an irresistible screen of peppermints and soap, clouded my brain like a dense fog, impairing my common sense.
You nuzzled your face in the crevice between my shoulders and my chin and kissed my pulse, beating irregularly at the top of my neck.
I could feel your breath against my skin,
And I pressed my body against yours until I could feel your ribs against mine
"Marry me."
I laughed at how preposterous the question sounded, and you stared at me but didn’t ask questions.
You never asked questions.