It’s not about what I said and what you didn’t. It’s about that look you gave an how I smiled cus you always know what I’m thinking.
It’s about rereading between those fucking lines and seeing behind what’s there in front of you and knowing the truth before it’s real.
Reading minds and knowing hearts that’s where this all starts.
Behind closed doors underneath skin whispered in ears so close you feel the heat hours later.
It’s not much of a secret who knows me best who catches my breath as it’s taken away.