"i don't understand why someone as beautiful as you, wants me that bad enough to endanger their own life. i honestly am lost." he says, as we lay on the kitchen floor.

his hand rested on my thigh and he was laying on his side, facing me.

"i just...i don't know. there is just something about you, that i can't get enough of. ever since i've met you, i have felt a connection. i just always knew it would be you." i say, choosing my words carefully.

"but i don't understand why."

"love shouldn't have to be explained." i reply.

"it would still be good to know."

then i dig up the courage to ask a question.

"did you feel a connection when we first met?" i ask.

he lets the question stay in the air for a couple brief seconds.

"hmm... i knew you was beautiful. i honestly thought you was independent. that you didn't need a guy to hang on your hip all day. but i guess i was very wrong. you are very sensitive and got attached very quickly..." he rambles.

"but you didn't answer my question." i say.

"i don't know. i knew you were different but i don't exactly know if 'connection' would be the word for it." he says, his voice now mumbling.

i knew sleep was envading his mind.

i lay my head on his chest and our hands intertwine on either side.

his eyes were now closed and i stare at the outline of his jawline and lips.

he was perfect in his own way, even if he didn't see it. i just wished he could be mine. in some way. some how.

i felt sleep tugging in my mind so I decided to join him.

so there we slept on the cold kitchen floor at 4 in the morning

but we didn't care, or atleast i didn't

because as long as i was with him.

nothing mattered but that moment.

and that moment only.