Your room was dark and cool, exactly the way you liked it when you were sick. You’d been tossing and turning, sleeping restlessly for the last hour. Your body felt slick with sweat, and you kicked at your covers, annoyed and uncomfortable.

With a sigh, you yanked your sleep mask off of your eyes, tossing it beside you as your eyes adjusted to the dark. Your eyes landed on a shape in the chair across from your bed, your heart racing faster until you realized it was him. Your boyfriend, Rafe. He sat in the darkness, intently staring at you.

you can see it with the lights out, lights out

“Why are you sitting in the dark, staring at me like an idiot?” You ask, your brow furrowed in confusion. You hadn’t expected to see him tonight. You were sick with a cold, had told him to go out without you.

He runs his hand through his hair, almost like he’s self conscious that he’s been caught. One word keeps playing over and over in his mind, beautiful. How did he put into words that the simple sight of you took his breath away? That the way he felt about you was like nothing he’d ever experienced, and that he was staring at you because he almost didn’t believe you were real?

cause you can hear it in the silence

“Sometimes when I look at you, I’m amazed that you exist. And that you’re mine” his voice is gruff, his eyes never leave your face. His words knock the breath out of you. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest.

Rafe didn’t often speak about his feelings, he was so often a closed book to you. His fears of letting someone in and losing them so often guarded his words. But when he did, like now, he managed to speak such pure beauty and truth. And in that moment, the light from the moon spilling across his features, and casting an ethereal glow over him, you knew. You knew what his words meant. You knew that you felt the same.

you are in love, true love