iDreamOfStars

do you love me? of course. she hears no hesitation in his answer, the rushed eagerness of someone's emotions bursting to come out apparent in his voice. she laughs quietly to herself, saying, good, because i love you too. but there is always some apprehension in his reply, really, always a split-second of silence before he answers. she tends to erase it from her mind, telling herself that it doesn't matter. but the silence always matters most. do you love me? yes, don't you believe me? there is a slight edge to his voice, as if this is an obvious point, but he almost never says it, and not to her face. and she doesn't want t