Quietly, as the stars danced in the reflection of her silver plated eyes, she whispered playfully “make a liar out of me”.
So, I smile. Like I have done so many times before; with pain gripping at each side. Silence fills the distance like a high pitched note that pierces through your ear and becomes deafening. I stare at the myriad of blinking lights that hold so many stories. Some love and other tragedies, and I wonder where this one will end up… At last, I close my eyes and I say with a throat stained of tragedy; “then tell me you love me”.