• Sitting there staring into each other's eyes.
    I'm telling him this close to nothing story..
    and yet it means a lot to us..
    because it's about us.
    I'm frustrated with the rest of the world
    I'm on the verge of breaking down.
    I can feel the tears dancing on my eyelashes
    as they prepare to jump.
    He keeps on looking.. deciding.
    He stands up and reaches out to me
    I take his hand, wondering what he's doing.
    He leads me over to the chair.
    The baby blue chair, barely ever used and yet so old.
    Still caressing my hand
    he sets down and puts his other arm around my waist,
    pulls me in and drapes my feet over the arm of the chair.
    He holds on tight, hoping to make the anger disappear.
    My head on his chest...and I just listen.
    Listening to his deep breath.
    Listening to the steady beat of his heart.
    His chest rising...falling..
    and my head following.
    His chin resting on my hair.
    The tears retreated
    and a smile remains.
    He lowers his head to my ear
    and tickles my ear with his soft, sooting, and deep voice
    "Even though our names don't rhyme
    with Romeo and Juliet,
    I'll be your Romeo
    if you'll be my Juliet.."

    So there he was.
    Holding onto his dearly beloved
    not needing words to make me well.
    And there I was.
    The guy of my dreams holding onto me.
    The sweet aroma of his cologne encasing me.
    There was no place we'd rather be
    than me in his arms
    and him never letting go..
    as if I was the best thing
    he ever had.