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“Adelaide, we both know I hang on your every word. I couldn’t ignore you if I tried. If you said no, then I would’ve let go.” My heart reached my throat as her eyes shifted to my face. I wanted her. Every fiber of my being craved her.” 💘 “You love him and he loves you. What’s more magical than that?” 🌟

“I could feel her in the room before I saw her. Standing at the top of the staircase somehow looking more gorgeous than the first day I met her. It was her, my heart pounded. She was here. It was like seeing your favorite painting for the first time. This strong urge to feel it, wrap yourself in it, cover every wall in it. She was my favorite painting.” 😩✨🦋💘🥹

“He had kissed me and told me he cared for me. I care for you. You keep me up every night. I dream about things that haven’t even happened. Tell me to stay. It had been so long since my heart felt like this that I almost forgot it had the capacity to break.” 😩😩😩

“The tree that greeted us outside her flat at night was the same shade of her eyes before she leaned forward and kissed me. They were the color of the espresso I made every morning for the past five months. Most mornings I made it just to remind myself of the color without having to stare at her.” 😭☕️ “It felt like a warm shot of espresso ran over my skin standing this close to her.” 💘

“What do you want me to say? That I’ve fallen madly in love with her and think about her every waking second as if she’s poisoned me?” ❤️ “Admit that I wanted to be around you? I didn’t think that was something I had to disclose.” I adjusted her hat. It didn’t need to be adjusted. But I was restless. She made me restless.” 😩

“I think you look beautiful, that’s all.” I never understood what people meant when they said words carried weight, because people almost never meant what they said. But right now, I got it. Because his words felt so full, so serious, that if they were physical entities, I could hold them in my hands, and they’d pull me right down.” 🤍

“We’re kissing and I don’t want to pull away. His lips were soft and sweet and consuming and decisive. Like feeling the seasons turn from summer to fall, when the goosebumps spread, the air chilled, and the trees changed. It was beautiful and steadfast. Then one night, you were placing the hot skin of your palm against the frosted window to cool yourself down from the heat of the hearth.” ❤️‍🩹

“Now that I was learning more about him—his hobbies, his habits—it only added more weight. More interest.
I could feel myself leaning in more. Memorizing the freckles on his throat and the annunciation that his accent carried on certain words.” 🥹

“I like it when you say my name with your cute accent. It sounds better your way.” He smirked, and it was tumultuous.” 🙂‍↕️ “Being told you looked beautiful could confuse anyone. It warmed you from the inside out like a sip of mulled wine running down your throat on a night where the windows were frosted over.” 🥹✨

“For the ones who deserve to be loved but haven’t. Just hold on. It’ll come.” ❤️‍🩹 “Well, this was a horrendous attempt at trying to have fun. Fun wasn’t supposed to have uncalloused hands, pretty eyes, and back muscles that were apparent through his shirt.” 👀 “What do I have to do to get you to go on a date with me?” 💘