a moment in love

unsaid.

My palm slides flat against your own as I slip my hand into yours. I can't bare to make eye contact with you, is this okay? Am I reading this right? I intertwine my fingers with yours and I can feel your gaze on me. You chuckle as I gaze out to the slow drizzle of rain, face hot and lips bitten. You chuckle and squeeze my hand. The bus keeps moving, the rain doesn't stop, and words are left unsaid. It's okay; our smiles say more than we ever could.