You're Just the Person Holding the Kite String
We lay in the field together, staring straight at the sky in silence, not even playing the game of trying to spot the shapes in the clouds, as people seem to think couples do. Our hands are intertwined, fingers locked like puzzle pieces.
She speaks first, something unusual.
"I don't love you." She says it simply and my answer is just as plain.
"You're just the person holding the kite string." There's no emotion in her voice. "You're the person that's keeping the kite from floating so far away, to places she doesn't know, trailing all of her fuckups behind her."
Her hand tightens around mine and she looks at me. Her face is vulnerable and her voice is small. "If I try and float away, will you hold on to me?" She whispers.
My hand tightens in response and I look back at her. I don't even have to think about my answer.