A little journal entry I’d penned after a summer night watching movies with a guy friend took an unexpected turn.
The silence was the most nerve wrecking I’d ever experienced.
There was an ease with which you sent your currents coursing across the air from my fingertips to every end of my body.
I couldn’t break the current if I’d wanted to, and I feared my careless lips would kill the energy in a fumbling attempt to escape from the silence.
The silence that signaled the inevitable, that I couldn’t deny it if I’d wanted to.