And we crept deeper, until the sun’s light no longer travelled alongside us, and then we groped further in the dark. Neither of us admitting we believed there was something to find within, and that that something should be capitalized.
It might have been a matter of life or death.
On our hands and knees through dirt and stone. Down we went.
Days passed, before we found ourselves in an open cave. Half-seen stalactites and stalagmites came together as though we were inside the maw of some famished, colossal, ancient beast.
“I love you, you know,” we each said, finally.
31/31 for May