He sat on my floor. And I put a record on. One we were so familiar with. He smiled watching me. I came over an sat next to him, our backs againt the side of my bed. I leaned on him. His head then leaned against mine. There to hold each other up no matter what. He'd turned his lips ot kiss the top of my head when certain words were sung. But we jsut listened.
I looked across the room at this folded piece of paper. It's taped to my wall. So I can always see it. It's more than a part of me. It's a quick sentence. A fast one. One that means nothing to anyone- even someone whose been in love or is. I looked at him. He smiled at me softly. "What?" He asked softly. Half-whispering.
I kissed the corner of his mouth. "I love you,"
"I love you, too."
And we fell silent again. Taken over by a subtle silence. We fought all our lives against this silence, but when we are together the battle's always won. He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. We went back to where we were. My head agaisnt his shoulder and his head leaning agaisn mine. We listened to Sunday Drive. Their first record. The record we fell in love to. Reading a sentence that stands true for both of us.
I fell in love with you under a streetlight.
A/N: I'm surprised nobody ever wondered what was in that box. I always did.