Whispers

She sat at the foot of his be watching him sleep. She loved how his hair reflected the moonlight as if it were strands of finely spun gold. She found him to be a gentle sleeper, lying on his side with a pillow bunched up under his head.

In the darkness she found herself unafraid. As he slept she could whisper words that her lack of courage prevented her from saying aloud to his conscious self.

"I love you."

"I wish I could spend each and every night in your arms."

"I want to spend the rest of my life by your side."

The quiet of early morning allowed her soul to dance free and unfettered by expectations and promises. Her heart could sing a thousand love songs without fear of rejection. Her mind could whisper Shakespeare's most romantic sonnets without care. Her one true love was asleep and would never know the dance steps her soul longed to teach him.

He was her roommate and her best friend. They had shared the apartment for three years now and she understood him almost better than she understood herself. They had similar interests and they found themselves spending most of their time together: as friends.

They both dated but neither one of their relationships tended to last. Not that their bedrooms were built with revolving doors but they had both seen their share of traffic in the last over the years.

When her heart was broken he comforted her. When his heart was broken she took him out drinking because alcohol was the only way to loosen his tongue.

Both of them seemed to be searching for something more than weekend lovers. As of late she had come to realize that he might just be the one for her. She found him attractive and funny. They had so much in common that often times dawn would find them sitting up over coffee discussing philosophy, art or current events.

She found herself to be filled with mixed emotions. Should she risk their friendship and tell him how she felt? Or should she continue on her current path loving and losing until the scar tissue prevented her heart from loving again.

She had no answer. Her dreams were quicksand and she was trapped. She could not move forward but she did not want to move back.

So she whispered…