The streetlights cast dark shadows on our faces,
and we sat on that bench by the bridge watching the night.
It was quiet,
except for the sound of us
and every so often a car would pass, leaving a faint echo behind ringing in our ears.
It was summer and dark out and I had never felt the way I did.
You looked at me,
but I couldn't make out your shadowed expression
so I went back to watching the night.
There was a part of me that was unsure about everything-
even you,
but then I heard your voice
and turned to see your lips finishing my name.
You looked at me,
and I noticed the way you tilted your head
like you were thinking about something.
then you leaned in and I knew you had been thinking about me.