I kiss your forehead and you look up and I feel like you see right through me but you look away and I sigh. When will you see through me? Beyond being your best friend?
You ask me where we're going and I shrug. I tell you we can go wherever you want and you smile this blinding smile. It makes me grin. But also long for the time when you realize that I will follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter how long of a journey it will be.
You let go of my waist and grab my hand. Sneakily coursing our way through crowds of paparazzis trying to get a photo of us. But they know. They always know its us and a few feet from them they realize who we are. So this time I tug your hands and we both break into a run.
You laugh and said you felt free.
You know what I thought? I will never be free until you know the secrets I keep deep within me.
Then and there I decide, I will tell you.
You will see through me and into my heart.
Now though, together, we will just be.
