When two people are quiet, they have a lot to say.
See, I was walking down the steps of the little library on the hill dreaming up new falses promises I could make to keep her around.
And she was sitting in the car in her driveway wondering how she could break the news to me that moving to the city I lived it was only going to make it harder for us to be together.
When we finally met up for dinner, we could only drink each other's eyes in.
We left without a word and exited to the next set. There was only one way to express how we felt. It was either that or put our feelings up for adoption. We had tried that many times and yet we somehow always made it right back here, having forgot our lines.