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New York is often hailed as "the City of Dreams" but for Robert, he wasn't interested in dreams anymore. It's not that he cynical about people not achieving anything – it's just his time at Harvard and his new experiences had taught him to live in the moment. Most importantly, he had learnt to face reality. People often assume that this makes you cold; it makes you harsh because you're no longer as open, as giving, as understanding; you get easily frustrated; although this had been the case for Robert in some instances, he was still the same person he had always been. Kind hearted, funny (well, at least in his own mind), giving, and warm. Always warm. It was a cool day. Sweater weather but the cold was comforting to him. It set a mood, a feeling that very much represented how he himself felt in that moment. Sitting on this bench, looking out at the skyscrapers that some of his friends called home, Robert never felt more okay in his life than he did now. To say that University had shaped Robert Miller was an understatement. It had changed him. For some people, he had changed in the best way – he himself thought University had made him a better person, while his oldest friends weren't quite sure. Over the years he had made some drastic descisions: breaking up with Victoria, distancing himself from his High School friends, throwing himself into his Engineering course. It was just like Newton's third law: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. He received good grades, he started dating someone else, and he had made new friends. But, on the other hand, he had lost a close friend and he was fighting with his High School friends – something that would never have happened in the past. Though now, here he was. Sure, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and never fight off a nogitsune again, much less two nogitsunes, but here he was. Sitting on a bench in New York City with Victoria Chevalier. The two of them had a lot to work through but there seemed to be this unspoken agreement. No words were exchanged but feelings were there. Robert wanted to be certain that Victoria was the one. He wanted to speak with the confidence that Tom had, he wanted to have that gleam in his eye that Heather only ever had when Tom was around, he wanted to be head over heels like Rachel, and he wanted to have the surety that Lindsay seemed to radiate. However, what Robert had with Victoria was unique; it was durable and, it was real. And, that's when he realised that he didn't need to be like his friends. All he had to do was share a glance with Victoria and he just knew.
She wasn’t my first kiss but she’s the kiss that mattered, the kiss that made me realize I didn’t want to kiss anyone else. So now my lips belong to her. Just look at them… Her name’s written all over them.
Oko Ninjah (via okoninjah)
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Their hands are what I remember. Or not so much their hands, but my body under their hands. The way I slid my body under their hands, as one might slide a note under the door. Wanting their hands, the clutching hands of boys who do not know the weight of their bodies, or the weight of their words, so they drop these things carelessly, and bruise, wanting only to touch.
Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via goghst)