Monday, February 04, 2008
what's nice, is being told i read your heart.
what's nice, is one affectionate term.
what's nice, is being told you never had a doubt it was me.
what's nice, is staying on the correct side of the thin fine line between comfort and taking things for granted.
what's nice, is talking over a pot of porridge at the end of the day.
what's nice, is sitting beside each other - silence, except for the engine and the background radio. all at peace, in the cold, cold air conditioned car. the occasional eye contact, the smile that follows. that, is my promise of honesty. that, is when its so real, so undeniable, it makes me want to cry.
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