he blurted an odd question

why do we love the people we love?

i turned to find his emerald eyes 

traveling across my face

i was mystified

how do you answer such an indeterminate inquiry?

he knew he stumped me

i could see his smile lines slowly forming

i furrowed my eyebrows

what do you love about me?

his eyes widened 

light freckles folded underneath forehead wrinkles

i love the way we can sit in silence

what does that mean?

he brought his pointer finger to his lips

and turned his head up at the ceiling

my finger grazed over the bracelet i made him

why would he say that?

for that silent moment

it would just be him and i