Just the Three of Us

Juan

Are you really love?

We laid on the plush soft green rug on her floor, my head rested on her laps. I dozed off into this emotional whirlwind as she caressed my hair, she ran her fingers through every knot. Her palms softly massaged my face from my chin up to my cheek bone. I didn’t realize tears were running down my face.

She never asked me any questions, and when it felt like she wanted to ask she would just smile that beautiful smile of hers, and act aloof. I always just thought that maybe she just didn’t have anything too important to share. But for some reason that day when she brushed the tears from under my eyes, I realized I didn’t come any closer to her than I had imagined. Every word I spoke, every breath I took, every idea and thought I spewed she took in and untangled as she did my hair and made everything so much clearer. She spoke truths to me so vividly, and so gently broad, it felt like she was the universe, she was my god, and I was her child.