“Oh, I’m nothing special.”
“ I DON’T THINK you know how much you mean to me.” ( ◦ she starts, hesitant and graceful like the coming breath of winter that’s seeping now into their lungs. they hold coffee in their hands made delicately by his hand, and here he is telling her he’s not special. he is the man who took her under his wing; the man she owes a debt to, the one who keeps close by her side with his cold stare but warm heart. he is everything that’s special, everything that she could ask for and there are not enough words in every vocabulary on earth to speak aloud just how much she cares for him. he is the father who stepped in when her own thought only of himself, even though he’s only just a few years older than her. he is gentle hands and the urge to see him smile. to her, he means everything. ) “ please don’t sell yourself short, because i’d have to gift you a language before i could tell you. i wouldn’t be able to do anything less.”
