that night.

We were sitting on the edge of the roof that night. It was the night I found out I loved you, the same night I found out you loved me too. I was clutching a cup of coffee to keep my hands warm, listening to the cars on the streets and the sound of your breathing as you puffed on a cigarette. You turned towards me, looked at my Rolling Stones shirt and disappeared inside the house. "I want to hear you sing," you said as you sat back next to me and handed me my guitar. And there we were side by side, strumming away and singing Let It Bleed for the stray cats and night owls. We sang like this for hours. Suddenly you stopped, took my hand and placed it on your chest. I felt your heart beat, the warmth radiating from your body but mostly, the love coming from your heart. And I knew.