The Here and Now
He looks at her one day and asks if she is happy.
She looks back at him, trying to decide how to answer, what kind of sarcastic quip to throw out, typical them.
He’s looking at her evenly, but she knows him, and he’s got his heart in his hand, and his stomach in his throat, and his eyes, oh man, she’d never put much stock in that shit about eyes being the windows to the soul, but she swears she can see the way to his.
And so she doesn’t joke it off.
Instead she tells him that everyday she wakes up smiling, and she guesses that counts.
His expression doesn’t change, but something in his posture does, a minute straightening up of his shoulders, and she thinks that maybe she answered right, this time.
oh this was beautiful
im a really affectionate person once you get past my 5 layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike, and loneliness