And you asked me before--

"Are you happy with us?"

And I knew--right then and there, I wanted to kiss you. Ravage your mouth against mine. Cheeks against cheeks, chin tilted, ears flushed, eyes closed, and tongue searching for the life given birth when your breath against mine never tasted better and sweeter than chocolate.

I wanted it long, soft, steady, and warm as all traces of doubt erased within your memory and your heart. It is an attempt to make you forget...

All those worries, those tears, those mishaps we seem to always get to when I'm around you. No. I just wanted you to see. See the laughs, the smiles, the way my eyes lit up when you're around me and just wanting to take your hand and lead you somewhere else where people won't be looking.

Yes. It seems a feeble attempt to keep you and your heart. But I stayed quiet. And I wished you would notice that smile. The smile that you kept recalling as you always told me and feel that warmth spread out across your body like a wave of feelings unleashed.

Yes. Dead God, yes. I wanted that feeling. For you. For me. And I never want you to forget how much it meant to me when those hugs and kisses were exchanged and our steady breathing became irate.

But in that moment, as you stood by and waited for the reply to the question I wished remained not asked because... obviously... I wouldn't even waste my time for a man that wouldn't keep me happy.

I kissed you.

Because you didn't need to ask.

You just had to notice all those words that never left my lips... but to my heart that keeps on beating just because you exist.