NPM 18

NPM 18

I knew.

Even when he couldn’t say it yet.

I knew.

Even when it broke my heart to not hear those three little words back.

I knew.

Because his actions spoke louder than words ever could.

I could feel his love.

It was his gentleness, his calm demeanor, his kindness. It was the tiny gestures he did without thinking.

How can you deny that love?

When you catch the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention and you see a face so enamored with you, you don’t know how someone could ever see you that way.

It is a love that could be felt even before we both realized what it was.

NPM 1

NPM 1

Listen.

My legs intertwined with yours, pale and tan, I rest my head on your chest.


Listen
.

A train passes, the jangle of metal wheels and a horn in the night.


Listen
.

Your breath still ragged, you sigh and wrap your arm around me, pulling me closer.


Listen
— to the silent words passed between us as you hold me close in my bed. A city girl, my silence is never truly silent.

But here in the quiet of my room with nothing but the sound of your breathing and the beat of your heart I find my peace and I drift off to sleep.