They lay in comfortable silence on the grass, fingers entwined, watching the sky for shooting stars as the night unwound around them.
"Do you love me?" she asked suddenly, or at least it seemed suddenly, since they hadn't spoken in twenty mintues or more.
"What a strange thing to ask." He said, in the way men do when they are suprized by a question they think the answer should be obvious to rather than simply answering it.
"It's not so strange if I need to know the answer."
"Would I be here if I didn't?" He asked. His question, in his mind, the answer.
And thus began their undoing, for want of a simple 'yes'.
Created: Nov 24, 2009Document Media