It’s quiet out here. It’s evening and we’re lying on the cold gras, our thoughts completely consumed by the dark infinity above us. I want to say something. Something to let you know how much you mean to me in this meaningless, scary universe.
But I can’t think of words big enough, to describe it. Suddenly I feel your warm hand reaching for mine. We don’t have to talk to understand each other. I turn my head to look at your silhouette in the pale light of the moon, and even though I can’t see your face, I know that you’re smiling.