Tracing the contours of your joined fingertips, outlining the hands tailored just for mine, clenching my fingers into yours, I felt your tears implode into shatters onto our hands. The tears you held back, the apple you feel in your throat, the million thoughts gushing within your head; silent you kept, and virtuously beared the miming commotion. We laid on the couch, speechless and lethargic, still pondering on the million thoughts in our minds, the thoughts prancing like chained sonnets in a climatic musical. We took secret gazes at each other in complete adoration, in love still, and turned our faces back to the cold world. Neither of us knew what to say, in fear of mouthing the wrong letters, words and tones from our voices.

Drama ended with a smile. It was all it took to cure everything.