Here you are down on your knees again
Trying to find air to breath again
Only surrender will help you now
I love you, please see and believe again
They don't have to understand you
Wait and know I understand you
She climbed the stairs to the second floor hallway.
He was waiting in the open apartment door. He had buzzed her in downstairs.
"Hey," she said.
"I hope you don't mind me coming over."
He leaned against the frame. "Me? Mind? I don't mind."
"I mean, not calling or anything."
"You don't have to call."
She tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to read him.
It never had been easy.
"I've been thinking about you," she said. "A lot actually."
She watched his eyes. A glimmer there?
"Were you up to anything tonight?" she said.
He shook his head. "No. Not really."
He stared back. She always struggled with all the things that might be going on behind those eyes. But right now, she reminded herself, they were only looking at her.
"Can I ask you a question?" she said.
"Would you have a drink with me?" she said.
Just a drink.
A drink and whatever came into their minds.
He smiled. A pure, disarmed smile. She let out a breath and fought the tears of relief that might have formed.
"Come on," he said. "I've been saving something. I know just the thing."
He stepped aside to let her in.
And she went.