Escaping with Stick Boy

It was at that moment, trapped there on that log,  he asked,
asked me if I had a plan and would it hurt, with me replying
yes I had a plan for escape and yes it would hurt him lots,
nearly falling off with laughter as he ignored my remark
with a sigh, proceeding to carve out a rough map of our
glorious escape route.
 
It was at that moment I realised he never saw me as me,
saw through all that makeup, ink and bravado, saw through
the hardened shell, it's usefulness long since depleted as this
normal relaxed life beckoned my thoughts and feelings for him grew.

It was at that moment I realised what true love really meant to me,
never was it about the shell of a person, what people see from day
to day, but what's ghosting underneath, the unspoken words that
transcends between two on a level that others seem oblivious to.
the answers without needing the questions.  
 
It was at that moment I told him again how much I loved him,
watching his smile joining mine as he stopped carving the laying
his life on the line scenes of stick boy falling and kissed me before
getting off our inescapable tree log.

"Your silly" I said as we walked back to our camp,

"Go on then.. why's that" he said without stopping

"because"  

"because" I said again as I ran on ahead a good distance before shouting..

 "last one back cooks the tea"!

His sigh would have been wonderful to hear,
but I was by then too far ahead in love to care anymore.


*picture came first*