We communicate the same way we breathe.  Effortlessly, wordlessly, through our lungs and through our selves. With each embrace meaning "I need you" and each kiss meaning "I love you", we are sinners and lovers but each morsel of sin is so deliciously beautiful and we are falling, falling helplessly away from redemption but tantalizingly closer to love.

We are lonely but lonely together. We are hopeless but have hope in each other. We are swans with broken wings and broken guitar strings and wide-eyed deer frozen in front of the headlights. We are schoolchildren, constantly terrified of being caught and holding hands only under the table, loving with one foot still on the ground. We love hesitantly and cautiously, warily and preciously, with shy fingers too afraid to hold each other tightly. But that is okay, because we love each other, and that is enough. Love pushes that one foot off the ground and bridges the last miniscule gap between our fingers, and we are one.

We are lost, but we have found one another.

Without a word, he says: I love you because you're beautiful.
Without a word, I say: I am beautiful because you love me.