She said there was something about the way I look when I am tired that made her fall in love with me. It was Saturday. We were lying in my bed and I was wearing my boyfriend’s favorite t-shirt when she told me this. 

“Why when I’m tired?” 

“Because your eyes pierce me with an ease that begs me to be soft, and I never feel soft.”

I focused on the beauty mark above her lip as she talked, it was perfectly round like a mustard seed. 

 “How do you usually feel?” I asked her as I sat up.

“Like an anchor plummeting to the bottom of the sea.”

I got on top to straddle her, then leaned in for a kiss. 

Her sweet, soft tongue kissed me back.

“It’s ok to feel heavy. I’ll be the sand you can sink into, but only on the weekends,” I said jokingly, but half serious. 

We both laughed. 

As I laid back down next to her, my boyfriend walked in without knocking even though he knows the weekends are reserved for my girlfriend and I. 

I took off his shirt I was wearing and threw it at him. 

“Oh shit, I thought you girls would be out. I’m sorry for not knocking. Thanks for my shirt.” 

He smiled, blew us a kiss, and left the room.

“He probably ran out of clean clothes,” I clarified.

She was unbothered. 

“When I look into your eyes I see the universe,” she said as she stroked my face.

I touched her hand and held it.

“When I taste you, I taste the cosmos and everything else that you’re made of.”

Nightfall came and the moon graced us with her presence. 

We fell asleep gazing into each other’s softness.