[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - CliffsNotes Edition

*Hey, I'm taking a lyrical writing class and was wondering if this short story was any good. * 
 
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 Words. 
 
 I touched my hand to yours and we stayed up all night just talking. We spoke of our ex-lovers and laughed at our fears. We faced the morning with no coffee or tea but companionship. You put your head on my shoulder and I put my arm on your side. I told you facing my hand toward the wind felt like it was being held and you showed me that was n't all true. 
 
 This is not love. 
 
 Our breath is heavy and we become us become one. Is there anything dead or alive more beautiful than your body you asked me. There are sunsets in the late winter but I ca n't touch those, only look from a distance. So I tell you no. You kissed me again and although we had kissed a lot, this one was different and I knew I would remember it. The next morning I got up and made coffee and looked at your sleeping form and said I love you. 
 
 This is not love. 
 
 There's a way you bite the edge of your thumb and furrow your brow that makes me half-smile and lose track of time. When I tell you, you smile quick and look down and your hair hides the red on your face. I ca n't believe someone can be that cute. But you are. You are what I thought could not be. This is why I tell you I love you. 
 
 But this is not love. 
 
 You sigh because you found a grey hair and I laugh because mine is gone. I frown because my stomach blocks my toes and you giggle remembering just before the kids. I've got a bad memory, you've got bad teeth. I've got no hearing, you've got no sight. They said two become one and now if you add us up, we are almost one person. I love that. I love you. 
 
 And this is not love. These are words.
