...two

Two knocks and my legs begin to tremble. I look up and slide across the floor and towards you in anticipation. Only two inches of a door between us and I am melting, longing for you. Two seconds and you will be in here, with me, all over me and all around me. Undressing me with your eyes and heating me up with your breath. Keeping the promises you made and making me want so many more. I even know the two words that will come out of my mouth, making me feel everything not twice, but two million times. The mere thought of you crossing that door makes my heart skip a beat, my skin shiver and my shields fall apart, bit by bit.

 

Two breaths become a second, and time turns into a never passing entity that lasts an eternity. I know you’re there, you know I’m here. I hear you sigh and place your forehead on the hard wood, defeated at once. You know I won’t open, and I know two knocks were more than I could expect. As much as I want your eyes exploring me and your hands collecting evidence, the next two hours would never be two thoughts worth, but rather every thought wasted.

 

Two minds race away, but we stay in silence. I slide down the wall and hear you do the same. I place my hand on the wood and know you are doing the same. My two sides curse and thank that door for existing, for without it our two hands would become one, and as would we. Sitting in silence we can’t help but wonder what happened, how it all shattered into not two, but a thousand pieces. For we were seeking for the same thing. For we were lost and found each other. Then what went so wrong?

 

It never went wrong, it never shattered and it never hurt. It just didn’t even take off… for it is not the two words that make and order we want, but the three words that express a feeling we need to listen for. For “Love me” is not what we wish to hear. For saying “I love you” is not what we want to do.

 

For we expected a world in pairs and never thought you and I could be split up by love.