We hide ourselves with these moments in-between. Between the screaming matches, and those long drawn out car rides. Where you'd give anything to arrive, but the thought of going inside terrifies you. Those side eyed glances, a subtle look to say it all. Between the obnoxious laughter of your friends at brunch and the accusations of dishonesty. The drunken words we can't retract. But still we hold onto fragments of normality. A dim bedroom emanating with our affecionate whispers. The morning sun, whose sole purpose is greeting your smile. Those tender kisses on the back of your neck while my hands melt around your hips. We hang onto these moments because they are the in-between of what we've become.
