Bombs Always Stop At :01

I think the most powerful “I love you”

Isn’t spoken.

It’s in the silence of gazing into each others eyes

Both screaming, wanting to say it

Wanting to blurt it out so loudly that it echoes through the streets and shakes the leaves from the trees,

Spelling your name in the wind

Setting off a chain reaction of all those lucky enough to be in a 5 mile radius to pull out their phones and call someone dear to them.

The most meaningful “I Love You”

Is the look just mere seconds before it’s finally spoken

When it’s still an idea.

Weighed down by anticipation. A hesitation. A risk.

Yet natural. Like you need to get it out to survive,

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. I love you. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale

Kiss