A lot of times remus thought he wasnt good enough for you and it would hurt your little heart so at every occasion you’d get you’d show him how much you loved him wether it was with loads of kisses, small touches, cute notes but i think the time remus really got the message was when you wrote him a small poem that made him tear up and he gave you a big ass hug after reading it. That was probably the time he felt most loved and would cherish the feeling forever
“i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
the evening is dying. the sheets beneath are crinkled, unwashed, but comforting. afraid of being, cliché, you tell him everything bluntly. straight-forward, never lose the gaze.
“i bet you’d find something to do. or someone.”
it was meant as a witty joke, a proof of his quick mind. but you could hear how he meant it. how he thought you’d actually find someone else. someone better, perhaps, someone handsomer.
“i’m not so sure.”
you take his hand, placing a kiss or two on his knuckles. his hands are a phenomenon - you have yet to discover their full potential.
you fall into sleep, it guides you through the night.
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it was on a short whim you wrote it down. short sentences, barely rhymes. but they told what you thought. of his eyes. his hands. his laugh. him.
you weren’t home when he found it. but you knew he did - as you stepped through the door you were engulfed in arms, warmth, love.
“thank you”, through tears. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”