In the space between your words, I have woven looks of longing, a fluttering of fingertips against my skin, the brush of your lips on mine. I have created love where there was none to be found.
For now your words crash together, leaving me breathless, robbing the hope from each beat of my heart. There are no glances or caresses or kisses in those spaces. Only silence. How wrong I have been. How splendidly I have fooled no one but myself.
