our hearts race too fast for our schedules to match, but i'm yours every step of the way.

there's this special kind of silent that you can only find on a sunday morning when you're sharing a bed with the love of your life. it's the faint light on the carpet because the curtain's blocking the sun and the outline of their spine when they're checking the clock. it's the way that you hear birds chirping and you hear them let out a grunt of groggyness and you hear a door in the distance close and you hear the sound of your bodies moving around in the bed, but you hear absolutely nothing. nothing but their heartbeat, marching in time with yours and escalating when your eyes meet. nothing but their eyelashes batting as they blink. nothing but the perfect sound of their silent breath somehow meeting your eyes, just because you're attached enough to every moment. nothing. but it's everything. it's everything.

silence is absolutely unnerving.
unless it's sunday morning and you're sharing a bed with the love of your life.
and then silence is everything.
it's the most prominent sound in the whole world, and i'm in love with that kind of silence.
perfect, unattainable, and yet reasonable.