☁︎𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ☁︎
“She’s like his mother”
“They softened her for him.”
“It’s one-sided!”
“She never liked him!”
Are we sure about that? 🥀
(…And I couldn’t even fit all the photos in.)
Katara may not have often verbally expressed her own development of feelings…
But it was always in the 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡
It may seem small.
Others may brush it off.
But before you know it
It’s right in front of you,
And you hadn’t realised
And you find yourself wondering…
When it became so normal to reach for him?
To laugh with him. To fight with him.
To lean on him. To cry with him.
To simply exist with him.
And suddenly…
Holding him feels like the most natural thing in the world.
And you find,
That you don’t need to speak,
To truly understand each other.
Sometimes you try to put it into words.
But the words don’t feel enough.
Or the words come out wrong.
But maybe that’s because…
Words often fail to describe,
What lives in the heart.
And that’s okay.
What words cannot say
What falls into place,
all those 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼… ♡
Become ⋆｡°✩ 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✩°｡⋆