A/N: This is just a small, short story that I happened to come up with one night. So read and enjoy. Perhaps when you're done, you can leave me a review? ;) Hahaha, thanks for reading! -logandlit. :)


Quite Some Time

One day we're just going to wake up and look at each other and ask:

"What are we doing?"

There'll be a silence after that. And finally you'll probably say, "I don't know."

I'll look down, unable to meet your gaze and say to my hands: "I don't know either."

I don't know what you'll do next, but I know I won't have the guts to do what I want to do. I won't reach for your hand because I'm not a brave person.

You'll sigh, and maybe groan and run a hand through your hair. I'll glance at you waiting for some response, any response.

"So," you'll say. "What happens now?"

I'll take a deep breath. I won't know what to say. And even if I did, I don't know if I'd say it.

You'll merely look up and out of the corner of my eye, I'll see you look at me, awaiting an answer.

"I don't know," I'll finally say.

I'll feel water gathering at the ducts of my eyes and eventually it will fall down in a series of tears.

It'll be a cold day when this happens. It will be raining. And my hair will be soaked. You'll have your hood up and I'll have a closed umbrella by my side. It seems irrational to leave it closed, but I won't care- you and me are more important.

"You're going to get sick," is all you'll say.

"It doesn't matter," I'll reply. "It really doesn't matter."

"Yes it does," you'll argue. "I care if you get sick."

I'll shake my head. When you say that, it will just make this harder.

"You shouldn't care."

"That's too bad," will be your response. "Because I already do."

"You shouldn't care about me," I'll insist.

"We don't always do what we should," you'll say.

I'll look into the black pavement, and close my eyes.

You'll speak in a quiet voice, "You already know that I care about you. You just don't know how much."

"Don't," I'll say very quietly. You'll have to think twice just to make sure you heard me correctly.

But you will. And you'll simply gently push my chin up and make me look at you.

"Don't tell me what to do," you'll whisper with an almost playful glint in your eyes. The corners of your mouth will slightly upturn into a crooked grin. It is the same smile that got us into this mess in the first place.

I'll be silent, but I'll feel the heat flowing to my cheeks even though the rain is pattering onto them.

"I love it when you blush," you'll say.

That's the kind of thing you would say.

I'll notice you swallow, and then you'll add, "And I love you."

I don't know what happens next, but I know that you'll know that I feel the same. I know that I'll try not to cry because we've been waiting too long for this and I won't want to be a sap. I know we have lots of other things to do, and lots of other things to focus on. And I know this shouldn't ever happen to us, but I know one day it will. And I know that when it does, I'll tell you exactly what I've wanted to tell you for quite some time.

I'll smile slightly and say, "I love you too."