I lay next to him in the field by my house. The rich wheat growing heavily around us, encasing us. My head by his side and his by mine while our hands intertwine in and out, I smile and the sun kisses our faces warmly. The silence between us isn't awkward, just understood, and suddenly I laugh. Not a mocking laugh, or a sarcastic laugh, but a laugh of knowing. Knowing that right where I'm at is where I want to be. To fall or to be caught not matters now. Just taking the risk is what I beg for. For what I live for. “What?” He asks suddenly, sitting up and looking down upon me. His eyes fixed with rich worry, the deep green eyes boring down at me, brows furrowed in a worried manner, and lips slightly spread where words dance and wait to be spoken.
“Nothing.” I say smiling up at his worried expression and then laughing again.
His brown furrows more as he looks down, “It has to be something.”
“Nope.” I say giggling. Knowing that why my laughs abroad are not at something funny, but at a reality that has spread across. The warmness of that love that spreads up my body, tingling me like stars in the deep sky. That is what I laugh at, the laugh of love and to be loved. I look him square in the eyes, his green eyes staring across at me, “It's because I love you.”
“You laugh because you love me?”
“No, I laugh because love is a fickle thing, like a mockingbird that doesn't want to be caught. I laugh because I have caught it.”
His eyes soften and he moves a strand of hair from my face, “I have also caught it.”
I smile, “Does it want to leave your grasp?” I say.
“No, it wants to stay forever.”
“Forever is a long time.”
“Forever is not that long when you have forever with someone.”