The Knowing

You know when you're in it.
You know, when its happening. When that connection is there. When it's undeniable. And mutual. And you look into his eyes and you can see all his dreams, his fears, his lies, his love. You know.

And he knows.

You finish his sentences. He finishes your dessert.
It's early winter, and you welcome the freezing. Because you can't wait to wear his flannel shirts.

He leaves for work, but sneaks back in so he can catch you
Singing in the shower.
He sits quietly and listens. He loves the sound of your voice.

But he won't talk to you about this one thing.
He knows that you know.

And you know you're helpless.

In the morning you make the coffee, he gets the paper.

You ignore the things you can.
You endure the things you need to.
You adore the rest.