zebra.

You think I'm so charming when I'm alone with you.

Moments in which I could see the stars again. At night, around the table, you made me laugh, before the time you offered your hand to me to help me up, when our eyes me. Something real hit my gut and in your face, I knew. Records and darkness, knees (and more) touching and hidden held hands, the tensed smile and shared straw. I professed, I thought, rather brazenly the shared desire to be around one another. Did not confess, though we both knew, at the end, it was a little bit more.