No Clue Why I Met You

I smiled softly, slipping my hand slowly across the table to grab his hand that was twitching nervously on top of the table.

My thumb grazed softly over the skin of his knuckles, rubbing back and forth as i looked at the letters tattooed there.

He watched me nervously, eyes flickering from my face to my hand which worked slowly against the inked skin.

"Frank..." I sighed, and a look of panic over took his face. "You... You make me so happy... I don't know what i would do if i didnt have you in my life... You're what i've been needing for the past four years or so... Just someone to talk to. Someone i can trust.... So what im basically trying to say is.. I love you too."

And from there it was like we moved in perfect unison with the other.

And there we were, standing in the middle of a cafe, holding each other close as we kissed.