the park bench

... and we were walkin barefoot on the grass, holdin hands, shoes on the other hand. we werent saying anything. just walking. a quiet evening. moist grass. starry night. moon playing hide and seek with the clouds. there was so much i wanted to say. but no. it was one of those comfortable silences. very reassuring.
found a lonesome park bench. steered ourselves toward it. i sat on one corner, dropped my shoes. she decided to lie down. stretched out on the bench, with her head on my lap and feet over the armrests on the other side. took my arm and held it tightly across her like a seat belt. i pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear and started to play with her hair.
she was just looking straight at the starry sky. would have given anything to know what she was thinking. was just going to ask her, when she spoke.
"beautiful."
"yes, u are."
"i was referring to the sky above."
"and i was referring to u."
"u are crazy, u know that."
"yes, i know that."
everything was quiet save a few insects in the bush, probably urging me to say something romantic or just something stupid like 'i love you'. i opened my mouth, but she beat me to it.
"i also love u, u know that."
"yes, i know that."