late night, and i am tucked in the shadows beneath the games. the space here is big enough for several people, though those taller than i would have to duck a little.

i am hidden away in the furthest corner. he sits across from me, his face serious. the noise from the people fades away from where we are.

it is our first serious argument, and the subject is inconsequential. sitting in the shadows, studying the pattern of the carpet, i think of the way people get into patterns with their lives. i don't want to be upset, but i can't seem to open my mouth and find the words i need to say to tell him so.

he reaches out and softly touches my chin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. for just a moment, i resist, closing my eyes and losing myself in the feel of his touch. i remember. this is why i love him. his touch. his love.

i open my eyes and look into his. tears are falling freely down his cheek, sparkling in what little light there is. my heart almost breaks, the arguement forgotten. i reach over and wipe his tears away gently.

i lean over and whisper, "i love you."

i don't want to argue with him again.