A million words are exchanged in a second glance.
Another million make their way through the second I give you a second chance.
But I don’t have to say a word. There are things that we just know and there are things that we learn. Those are the words we share without speaking.
Those are the conversations our hands have at night across the pillowcase.
Those are the empty pages of letters that we meant to write.
Those are the conversations that I imagine at the end of each night and the beginning of each morning.
They are the warning sign.
Those conversations mark when two lives intertwine; yours and mine.