Soundbites: Ryan Adams (Wonderwall)
It is the minutes afterwards that is the most telling. He could be lying there with his hands folded across his chest, eyes resolutely burning a hole into the ceiling. Or he could be leaping to his feet and reaching for the remote control, saying: “Wonder if Alonsso won the cup?” Or, in some instances where the minutes after is marked by a sweet silence in the air and nothing but a cool breeze sweeping against your hair, he could be lying down beside you and gently holding you in his arms. And the only thing you can feel is his heartbeat and his slow, laboured breathing. At the end of the day, that’s what it’s really all about, isn’t it? The security, the comfort, the peace in knowing that (even if it is just for that one moment), you were his and he was yours. And nothing can ever take that feeling away from you.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one who saves me?
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