The Truth About Love

It wasn't some starlight night. It was raining. The rhtymic tapping, beating on the window was enough to drive a deaf person insane. The ambeince of thunder rolled in and out of the picture every few beats of his heart. It wasn't some candle lit dinner, or those dates set up without notice, they both knew she would be over. It was silent. No sounds except the sweet sounds of natures bliss, danced around the room, not the crackle of a fire, not even the warm glow from a candle kept them company. Sitting in a room no larger than the average living quarters of a college student, they sat, in the middle of a couch. Hand in hand, heart in heart. The only sound he can distinctly remember is the sound of her heart, the sound that filled his ears, a sound so definitive to him... it was a part of him. There was no group of people watching in the background, no party scene with fourty, fifty people running up and down the stairs. Just him and her, on a couch. No thoughts of sex dancing about, no temptations of the sort either. Just the thought of her sitting next to him was even more tantilizing than any thought of her naked. They sat quite, hand in hand, as she rested her head on his chest, he cleared some hair from her brow, and kissed her, a kiss so gentle, with so much caring, it could turn the devil christian, or siliently chant, I love you. His eyes moved from their hands, to her face. In the darkness he could make out little of her extreme details, lack there of her nose, this he could see, along with her eyes. He looked into her eyes, and she looked into his, his dark face so brawn and drawn out, he looked as if a figure in a dream. Her eyes, were so, hypnotic. Even in the darkest of rooms, they were the brightest thing he could see, in the blackest of areas, they always seemed to radiate light, and wholeness to the area. He sat back agianst the couch, and took a deep breath. This is what love is, love isn't some movie where there is always a fire in the chimney, always a candlelit dinner, always food on the table. Love is sitting in the dark. Alone, except for that other, the significant other. With the only thought running through your mind being... well... them...Hollywood drama... Bite Me.