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She is here. I am here. I assume she is sleeping, but I am wide awake and restless, staring into the darkness of the room. I whisper her name, her true name, hoping she won't hear me speak it. But she hears, and rolls over to look at me, eyes quizzical. I can tell even in the dark that she is confused. No-one says those names. She doesn't even call herself by that name. But sometimes, I need to speak it to find reality. Saying my own name never does the trick. Still, she looks at me. I turn and look her in the eyes, her round, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. I tell her, though I'm terrified to say it, I tell her the one thing I need from her. She stares, considers. I ask her, as I sit up and push away my covers, if she will sit beside me. Groggily, she obliges. She falters, stumbles to my side of the room, and I stand and lightly hold her shoulders to steady her. At this moment, I just need to touch her, somehow. We sit on my bed, and I wrap my arms around her as her head rests against my chest. For a moment, I am breathless, my head is swimming.

Then, I hear her voice, so much quieter than the way she projects it during the day. She agrees, and I don't know how to react. As many times as I have daydreamt it, played it out in my head, I still cannot grasp the fact that she has said yes. I assure her that I'll be gentle, I won't push it too far. She knows; she trusts me. Gently, I tip her chin upward. As I close my eyes and lean in, I feel her hands cradling my face...

Lips touching lips. Hearts pounding. I kiss her sweetly, tenderly, barely opening my mouth, no tongue whatsoever. Nothing matters but this moment, these lips against mine. I am careful of my hands, allowing them only to play gently with her short, spiky hair, or to stroke her cheek. Soon, the moment passes, the kiss ends. She can tell that I have been crying. I feel her strong arms around me, and I can do nothing but hug her in return and continue to cry, my entire body shaking. She calms me and I dry my tears. Time passes. She returns to her own bed. We lay down, and soon, we are both asleep.

I can happily live the rest of my life, having lived in this moment with her.

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She is here. I am here. I assume she is sleeping, but I am wide awake and restless, staring into the darkness of the room. I whisper her name, her true name, hoping she won't hear me speak it. But she hears, and rolls over to look at me, eyes quizzical. I can tell even in the dark that she is confused. No-one says those names. She doesn't even call herself by that name. But sometimes, I need to speak it to find reality. Saying my own name never does the trick. Still, she looks at me. I turn and look her in the eyes, her round, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. I tell her, though I'm terrified to say it, I tell her the one thing I need from her. She stares, considers. I ask her, as I sit up and push away my covers, if she will sit beside me. Groggily, she obliges. She falters, stumbles to my side of the room, and I stand and lightly hold her shoulders to steady her. At this moment, I just need to touch her, somehow. We sit on my bed, and I wrap my arms around her as her head rests against my chest. For a moment, I am breathless, my head is swimming.

Then, I hear her voice, so much quieter than the way she projects it during the day. She agrees, and I don't know how to react. As many times as I have daydreamt it, played it out in my head, I still cannot grasp the fact that she has said yes. I assure her that I'll be gentle, I won't push it too far. She knows; she trusts me. Gently, I tip her chin upward. As I close my eyes and lean in, I feel her hands cradling my face...

Lips touching lips. Hearts pounding. I kiss her sweetly, tenderly, barely opening my mouth, no tongue whatsoever. Nothing matters but this moment, these lips against mine. I am careful of my hands, allowing them only to play gently with her short, spiky hair, or to stroke her cheek. Soon, the moment passes, the kiss ends. She can tell that I have been crying. I feel her strong arms around me, and I can do nothing but hug her in return and continue to cry, my entire body shaking. She calms me and I dry my tears. Time passes. She returns to her own bed. We lay down, and soon, we are both asleep.

I can happily live the rest of my life, having lived in this moment with her.