"I love you. Good night."
"Don't tell me you love me unless you're ready to act on it and if you aren't ready, don't say it."
...
"I love you."
Her heart fluttered like it had a hundred times before, yet he had the ability to make it seem more special each time.
There had been fights and fall outs on more than one occasion. Hell, there had been more spats than recorded in history, and they reminded each other of how much imperfection there was between them all the time, but love bridged the gap each time it widened.
The ebb and tide of their relationship had set a rhythm in their lives. A rhythm they had come to love.
The term 'boyfriend' seemed so inadequate to her that she refused to refer to him as that. He wasn't just a boy that was her friend.
He was the one who had touched her life in so many ways. The man who loved even through hate. The man who would give endlessly and take equally, demarcating his territory and rights. That gave her the butterflies.
How could one person awaken so many of her senses all at once?
With him, she had been ridiculously happy, ridiculously sad, hurt, angry, jealous, but in love. So ridiculously in love.
For every one person instilling hope in their being, there were five to warn them against it.
"Not meant to be" they said.
"Imperfection personified" they said.
"Do you think this will ever work?" they asked.
Funny little creatures. What did they know?
What did they know about being madly, dangerously and ridiculously in love?
Love makes you do stupid things. Like falling in love over and over again.
That's the thing about love. It gives you pros and cons and waits for you to make a choice.
All the odds were against them. Still are. Will mostly always be.
The chances of them floating through it are as thin as a needle tip.
The probability of there being no obstacles is negligible.
But they're in love.
If that isn't enough, what is?
With that thought, she smiled at the table clock. No time was too late, no night was too dark and no feeling was as good.
"Till kingdom come." She whispered into the break of dawn, undaunted by the challenges to follow, intrepid as ever and ridiculously in love.
"Till kingdom come." He mouthed in his sleep. Not knowing where the words were coming from or what they meant. Not having any memory of having uttered them at all. Yet, being ridiculously in love.
"Don't tell me you love me unless you're ready to act on it and if you aren't ready, don't say it."
...
"I love you."
Her heart fluttered like it had a hundred times before, yet he had the ability to make it seem more special each time.
There had been fights and fall outs on more than one occasion. Hell, there had been more spats than recorded in history, and they reminded each other of how much imperfection there was between them all the time, but love bridged the gap each time it widened.
The ebb and tide of their relationship had set a rhythm in their lives. A rhythm they had come to love.
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| It's not easy, but it's worth the fight. |
He was the one who had touched her life in so many ways. The man who loved even through hate. The man who would give endlessly and take equally, demarcating his territory and rights. That gave her the butterflies.
How could one person awaken so many of her senses all at once?
With him, she had been ridiculously happy, ridiculously sad, hurt, angry, jealous, but in love. So ridiculously in love.
For every one person instilling hope in their being, there were five to warn them against it.
"Not meant to be" they said.
"Imperfection personified" they said.
"Do you think this will ever work?" they asked.
Funny little creatures. What did they know?
What did they know about being madly, dangerously and ridiculously in love?
Love makes you do stupid things. Like falling in love over and over again.
That's the thing about love. It gives you pros and cons and waits for you to make a choice.
All the odds were against them. Still are. Will mostly always be.
The chances of them floating through it are as thin as a needle tip.
The probability of there being no obstacles is negligible.
But they're in love.
If that isn't enough, what is?
With that thought, she smiled at the table clock. No time was too late, no night was too dark and no feeling was as good.
"Till kingdom come." She whispered into the break of dawn, undaunted by the challenges to follow, intrepid as ever and ridiculously in love.
"Till kingdom come." He mouthed in his sleep. Not knowing where the words were coming from or what they meant. Not having any memory of having uttered them at all. Yet, being ridiculously in love.
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