we stood.
my head against his chest.
his arms around me.
my fist clenching the fabric of his teeshirt.
his head buried in the space between my head and my neck.
"i just want you to be happy." i mumble.
he whispers against my neck.
he spoke of his pain.
his worries.
his doubts.
fears.
guilts.
regrets.
he spoke of everything.
"i wish i could find someone who loves me for me." he whispers.
i push myself away from him, and breathe out,
"maybe what we've been searching for has been standing right in front of us the entire time."
