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hello, hello !! i’m snow, 25+ years old and this is my private and very selective rp blog. that being said, it doesn't mean i won't accept new writing partners, just that they will need to message me first/reply to an open starter. thank you for choosing this little corner of my writing space !!
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she notices he never quite puts the weapon down, even when it’s holstered. a therapist’s note flickered across the underside of her skull, but she shoved it away; tonight could not survive the sterile language of case files. she tugged the oversized sweater over her head. cotton rasped the shell of her ears, static popping. when she surfaced, hair mussed, she was quick to run her fingers through the long strand to tame it. and still the air between them felt ionized, charged enough to raise the soft hairs along her forearms. “tea, then,” finally, she spoke to break the silence. "you can decide later whether it’s a test.” smrik settles at the corner of her mouth before, bare feet padded across chill concrete; each step echoed faintly, folding into the hush of silence that felt louder without the alarm. should i be worried or flattered, he asked. the lure of answering clinically. she wanted to tell him he was projecting, but she chose candor instead. “you should be flattered — ” letting the single word spin out between them. the admission tasted dangerous, thrilling. “you’re off duty, sergeant. you get to choose what worries you.” steam hissed; the stove eye glowed red. soraya focused on it, heartbeat syncing to the soft building pressure. her thoughts spilled sideways. mainly about how angel would have loved this—nights where a stranger’s presence made the bunker feel less like a coffin. guilt pricked, sharp as the kettle’s whistle beginning to rise. "and im also off duty, meaning im not here to analyze you or your words. unless you prefer that." no clinical agenda, no grief mapping worksheet hovering between them. a reminder that once upon a time she’d stood in grocery store checkout lines and chatted about weekend plans, griped about traffic on the 405, pretended to know the difference between a merlot and a cabernet while someone uncorked a bottle just to be polite. she couldn’t recall the last time someone simply asked, how was your day? nott without already tallying the subtext for something else. when the kettle whistled, she poured water over two sachets, the faint scent of synthetic flowers unfurling. pushed one mug along the counter, an open invitation, no order attached. her fingers lingered on the warm ceramic before she withdrew. "i saw you looking at that picture in foyer. it was my brother. angel."
The sneer on his face was almost honest, stripped off to a simple cynicism in the face of a simple offer for tea. If it was really his decision, he'd always opt for something stronger, but ever since being forced underground, he'd had to put his habits into new neat, stacked boxes; one of them allowed him to drink only while off duty and at the only bar in the underground bunker, where a former engineer now tended the fragile sanity of everyone. So, as it appeared, tea it would indeed be. His eyes followed her movements, as if she might drop a truth serum into his cup if he so dared to veer away for a second. Even now, even with her at ease at her own place, Benjamin did not trust her. Dr. Ahmadi might've talked all she liked about being off duty and not analyzing his every breath, but she could switch off her analytical brain as much as he could turn off his military one. There was never an off switch for people like them, only different levels of burden placed on their shoulders depending what time of the day it was. "Well, consider me very flattered, then. I knew I'm your favorite." Now, he was cynical and shamelessly open about it. "No other reason to call me so often in your office." It was a little too easy to fall back into the habit of opposing and baiting her, though where his sharpness usually lay, now the words were a little more softer, careful, almost suiting a friendly banter rather a work nemesis relationship. "I don't prefer you ever poking in my brain, you know that. I've made it abundantly clear. But... maybe you can't stop yourself, doctor." Stepping closer, only the counter between them, Ben reached for the offered cup with his non dominant hand, drawing it closer but not trying to take a sip yet. At the mention of an unfamiliar name, his attention drew back to where the picture was, a frown forming in between his brows. He knew better than to ask what had happened - the horrifying details might've varied but the result was one and the same. Death for everyone outside paradise. "What was he like?", he asked instead, tone measured but veering on curious.
It was a test of her words. How much he had bought into them. He had heard her tell such convincing lies from those pretty lips of hers many times before. There was absolutely nothing to indicate that this wasn't another moment for her to lie. To lead him into a den where she would devour him. At another time, with a clearer mind he would scold himself for falling for it. But that was later and this was now. Her words were a haven, better than he could have imagined and yet he was still stuck. Stuck on what to do with the information. Game was out the window but his walls couldn't fade just yet. "I could lose my job." A fact and nothing else. His muscles tensed under her touch then he forced them to relax. Khaled lifted his head taking the chance to look at her. Hands came to cradle her face. "Are you sure you want to do... whatever this is."
She could be cynical, provocative and utterly terrible to deal with, but in that moment, when a sliver of who she usually was, was starting to raise itself, the redhead smothered it and instead just said, "I am your job. You can't lose this if I don't allow it." No underlying teasing, no seducing, no prelude to something more. Just a simple fact whispered with tingling lips, as if he'd kissed her like she'd dreamed about - maddeningly and thoroughly. And as he got a hold of her face, Scarlett opened her heavy eyes, a sigh leaving her parted lips. "Was that a question?" Now she was teasing, an attempt at lightening the charged mood between them. Impossible, because she next asked, "Are you asking because you ask for my consent or because you're not sure if you yourself want this?"
"Never let yourself get boring." Winking over at her as he spoke. "Plus between travelling for my work, and your early starts - there wasn't really time for either of us to make breakfast for the other." Gesturing towards the seats beside the kitchen island for her to sit down. If he was honest, he didn't spend too much time in the kitchen - when he did, he'd wanted to make sure that he had everything he needed, and for him that had included somewhere to sit. Mostly because he thought sitting in the actual dining room was far too formal for eating alone. "Is your name on the deed? No, therefore you're a guest." Shooting her a mock strict look. "Sit down and relax, I promise I won't accidentally poison you by making horrendous food."
She couldn't argue with him when he was so frustratingly correct, so the brunette took a seat and eyed hungrily the food in front of her. After a short consideration, she smirked, prompting her head on her hand and giving Patrick a side eye. "You can't poison me... I, on the other hand..." Trailing off enough to be able to take a bite of food, Azalea made a small sound of approval. "Baking is my thing, but when it comes down to cooking a full meal, something gets broken and I can burn almost anything. Its actually quite scary. But you..." She wasn't going to voice another praise, lest it got to his head too much, but the proof was there as she dug in and took a few more bites. "Listen, don't tempt me, maybe next time when you fall asleep, I'll figure out a way to find the deed and fake your signature... Or whatever people do in those movies."
"I want to feel like I matter." It sounded so simple, but she knew they weren't. "I'm not expecting things to be easy, but lately it feels like I'm coming second to everything." She knew their upbringings had been vastly different, which made it difficult to put herself in his shoes, but she wanted some time where it felt like how it did in the beginning. When he seemed to truly appreciate her, and not only appreciate that she'd prop him up. "I want the normal things, date nights, movie nights in... Things that aren't so heavy."
Somehow begging her to stay felt easier than what she ended up asking of him - as cynical as that might've sounded. Gabriel clenched his jaw, head nodding only once as he looked downwards, knuckles brushing against the side of his jaw. He knew that she wasn't asking for anything unheard of or groundbreaking, and yet, a part of him was annoyed and the other part was terrified of being annoyed by something so simple. It sickened him, his own inability to be normal, but he knew that there would be no more chances if he messed up now. "Okay. I can do that." Reaching a hand towards her, Gabriel didn't make an attempt to touch her if she did not want it. "Let's go on a date. Tonight. Just you and me. Anywhere you want. I will show you that I'm serious... and I do want everything with you."
"I'm not really worried about my time." And he wasn't, he couldn't care less how much time she spent at his home. What he did care about, was the fact it never seemed to matter - no matter what he said, she'd still go back to her boyfriend. He liked to think everyone had redeeming qualities, but he'd yet to see any in the other male. "Water I can do." He nodded down the hallway towards the kitchen for her to follow. Getting a glass out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge. "You want anything else?" He may have already asked, but he reasoned there was no harm in double checking.
Some nights she worried that she was taking advantage of his goodness and hospitality, while others - that he was simply being too polite to tell her to leave him alone. Eleanor knew that there was no way he wasn't tired of the drama and the sorrow that led her back to his doorstep, time and time again. Maybe she was abusing his offer of always having his home open for her, but the brunette was also too desperate and alone to stop herself, which was just another flaw to add to the list. Her boyfriend had made sure to remind her that there were many others listed and Lea knew no one would actually put up with how 'too much' she seemed to be. "Uh...", her fingers wrapped around the glass of water, Lea scrunched her nose, uncertain and conflicted and so very, very tired. "Maybe a hug?" She felt terrible for voicing such a thing, words choked up and barely above a whisper.
"That would imply he stopped speaking long enough for me to get a word in." Sighing at the end, as though he had just been part of a boring conversation. "I'm sure it's lovely to meet you Mike, but I'm afraid I must take my girlfriend back now." Using their joint hands to tug her slightly, walking through the crowd until he couldn't see Mike any longer, and letting her hand go. "Sorry about that. He seemed as though he was bugging you, and that was the only way I could think of to get you out of it." Because they had to look professional, which meant simply throwing a drink was out of the question. "You okay?"
No sound of protest left her lips as the man pulled her away from the other guy, her feet moving quickly and gracefully through the crowds of people. Anna tried not to focus on the side glances of some people they passed, the heads leaning towards each other to whisper as the couple passed them. She tried to keep smiling in an unbothered manner until they were far enough and he let her hand just as easily as he'd accepted it. "Yeah, it's fine." Though chills still ran up and down her spine, the blonde made a tentative offer of a smile. Now that she wasn't fully pretending, her eyes landed curiously on the man in front of her. "Usually my partner is there to fend off unpleasant people like that but tonight I would've had to resort to more drastic measures - like spilling wine on him and creating a fuss." Though that would've drawn too much unwanted attention. "Thank you. That was... very nice of you to do. Especially because now other people eye us curiously. Is there a reputation of yours I should be aware of?"
not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, aurora's smile remained intact despite the comment that she was sure was meant to rile her up. it took far more than that to get her to bite. she had, after all, spent years perfecting the art of appearing as whatever the situation required, and this situation required her to be one half of a happily newly wed couple. she knew that was the reasoning behind her father's decision to place her into this marriage. she was an impeccable liar, an even better manipulator, and she was yet to fail him. she had no issue with his reasoning, but rather the way in which he had gone about it. had he simply asked her if she would be willing, she might have said yes. as they walked through the restaurant, aurora's attention was not wholly on julian; she scanned the room, half expecting to see one of her father's men staring back at her. she had been avoiding him since the wedding and now he would be watching her every move. the hand on the small of her back brought her attention back to julian. resisting the urge to stiffen at his touch, she reminded herself that it was for the benefit of anyone watching. "my tastes are expensive and almost impossible to satisfy," she replied as she sat down. "or so i’m told." her tone was light, her expression pleasant as she picked up the menu and opened it. "dom pérignon sounds very good," she said after a moment. "did you know that it's named after a benedictine monk?"
Seeing her out in the wild was a mesmerizing sight. Julian had seen her before the wedding, but only in passing and never for more than a few seconds at a time - something that didn't seem to have bothered him when going along with her father's preposterous suggestion of a marriage. Even if they weren't living a few decades back, Aurora of all women was never going to be who he envisioned as his wife. Some might've called him old fashioned but despite knowing the grotesque, ugly face of the world, the attorney still held a belief that love wasn't impossible to find. Hard, yes, but not impossible. Yet now, as he looked across the table from Aurora, knowing that she saw nothing but an inconvenience and someone to gather all of her hate towards, Julian had no desire to add to that fire just yet. Mortal enemies was never the look he strived towards. He waited for her reply, trying to soften his gaze as to not seem like he was cross examining her. "Nothing should be impossible," he added back, smiling. "Shall we try?" She could take his words in all kinds of manners and he was semi-glad that they were outside, where some masks had to be upheld for the sake of their agreement. "No. I never did care about the history of my wine. I know, I know, how heathen of me." He himself made no attempt at looking at the menu, because he already had what he desired on mind. "Why don't you tell me more?"
✧ open to: f/nb. plot: hunter retired as one of the most prominent/prolific young players in the NHL after a career-ending injury. he now works as a personal bodyguard for y/m, hired by concerned family or team management? gimme the bodyguard (1992)-esque?
“you can hate me all you want, but you still have to get in the car. we’re leaving.”
"Please, can I at least tell my friend I'm leaving? I promised I won't leave her alone. You don't know the types of people that are here..." That was coming rich from someone who'd just received yet another death threat, the ugly scribble of words so shocking and vile that it felt like they were permanently etched behind her eyelids. Rubbing at her eyes with fingers who were only slightly shaking, the blonde skater looked over at the crowd of unknown faces, looking for her friend. "Do you think... this person is here, right now?"
the months that followed passed in a blur. his new job consumed him from the moment he walked through the doors. it was bigger, faster, louder than anything he had worked in before. his calendar was always filled weeks in advance, full of meetings with investors, product launches, progress meetings... the list went on. luca threw himself into it, grateful to keep his mind busy and keep it from dwelling on thoughts best left alone. his colleagues admired his work ethic, his manager praised his commitment, and more than once someone joked that he musn't have a life outside of the office. before he knew it, it had been a year. a whole year had flashed by before his eyes and luca couldn't quite believe it. in the rare moments that he had some free time, when he was making coffee or walking back home from the office, his mind drifted home before he could stop it. he would think of catherine, wonder how she was doing. his chest would ache and then he would push the thought away before it could settle. there was no point in dwelling on what could have been, he would tell himself each time. perhaps one day he would be able to think about her and it would hurt a little bit less.
eighteen months had somehow rolled by when luca's friends had made it out to visit, including his best friend - and catherine's ex - levi. one night, after far too many drinks, luca had finally found the courage to tell levi about how he had felt about catherine before he'd left. expecting levi to be shocked and betrayed and the very least, it was luca who was shocked when levi admitted he had known all along, that luca had never been very good at hiding his feelings. it wasn't until the next morning that luca realised the implications of the revelation. all that pain he had put himself, and more importantly catherine, through in fear of hurting levi, who had apparently known all along. all of it had been for nothing.
it was that, that had brought him home. it had been long enough that catherine might not even care now, but he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't try. he had spent too long making the wrong decisions where she was concerned, and he wasn't completely sure that this one didn't fall into the same category. he didn't have a plan, didn't even really know what he would say to her, but the universe saved him the trouble from preparing anything that might increase his odds of success when he walked into the bar he was supposed to be meeting his friends at and saw catherine stood at the bar. was it divine intervention, fate, or just mere coincidence? luca wasn't sure. he made to approach the bar, to approach catherine, but he hesitated. she looked happy. content. she didn't look like she had been suffering the same kind of torture he had and he wondered if his absence had actually done her the world of good. even if that was the case, he hadn't come this far to fall at the final hurdle. before he could talk himself out of it, he urged himself forward, waiting until he was within earshot to announce himself. "catherine."
Looking back towards the group as she leaned on one side of the counter, Catherine could still feel her lips pulled into a smile. The elevated moment was still holding her in its heady clutch and the woman intended on using it for as long as possible. She switched her gaze only for a moment, enough to place another order to the bartender, before intending to look back. It was then, in between the chatter of people, that she heard someone say her name; a voice that had been long forgotten yet still familiar as if no time had passed. That same voice still dominated her dreams, slipping in when her mind wasn't guarded against the memories. For a second, Catherine wasn't sure if she could move or react in any way. But then her eyes landed on his and her breath slowed. Long, stretched out minutes passed, in which she just looked at him, a little incredulous, a little shocked, a little happy and a little longing. "You're back?" It was a stupid thing to say considering that he was standing there, flesh and blood, but he still had that power over her - of turning her into a pining girl who only seemed to remember the good things. For a second, at least. Then she remembered the way she'd unfollowed Luca on all social media after his departure, doing a favor of her future self and making it impossible to stalk his new life, his new job, his new friends and relationships. The painful memory was enough to bring her to her senses, and Catherine's breath resumed, shoulders drawn a little straighter. "Are you here for a meeting?" It was a decent question because he looked stylish and it was probably one of the best looks she'd ever seen on him. Gloomy English weather seemed to have made him more handsome and she hated him for it.
Lips pursing at the mention of her mention of her friends not choosing the hard way, she brought one shoulder up into a shrug. "Maybe, but I'd rather put the work in and truly earn something." There had been enough people over the years, who assumed her parents had bought her way into a good school. That her achievements weren't earned, but bought. She was never going to change the mind of those people, but at least she'd know she never cheated her way to something. "Don't worry, when I put my mind to something - I've been told nothing can change it." Teasing in her tone, but it was true. She knew how to put the work in when needed. "I'm not going to let you tutor me for nothing in return, that's not fair is it?"
Having her engaging in an actual conversation still seemed utterly impossible and in the realm of dreams, but he still couldn't look away. The whole conversation had the premise of a dream and yet, there was something unmistakably real about it. The way she pursed her lips, the little glimpses of who she was when not being in the center of attention of everyone. "That's good, because you'll need it," Matthew mumbled, his mouth going dangerously dry as she kept insisting about doing something in return for him. How could he say that he was already feeling like having received the biggest gift ever - her holding a real conversation with him? With his heart still thundering in his ears and his mind scrambling to think of anything quickly on the spot, the only absurd idea that persisted in his mind made him grow even more nervous. "I, uh... You're right, I guess. Maybe... there is something you can help me with." And there was no other way to say it without making himself sound like he was totally helpless or totally creepy, so he just spilled it out, "There's someone. A girl, that is. And, uh... you can help teach me how to get her attention?"
"Sounds like a lovely family." Not that she was surprised, she knew far too many judgmental people, who seemed to have inherited that trait from their parents. "Don't worry, I can usually fake a smile - but I think I'm all out of fake this week." Tracking down leads in cases, meant she had to learn how to fit in with any crowd. It helped that she'd grown up having to smile politely during her father's business meetings - it had almost trained her to adopt whatever personality was needed in the moment. It had been a more strenuous week than normal, and she wanted to simply relax. "Everything? I'm going to remind you of that, the next time I do something irritating."
"I know you can fake a smile." His tone had suddenly gone back to the land of serious, something else coming to the surface and bothering him with full force once again. "I just hope you never do when we're together and there's no one to pretend for." There had been some ground rules before both of them agreed to go down the path of pretend marriage, but while he'd been the more reluctant one, Warner still didn't want to be the reason for her unhappiness. "You can never irritate me, Trin. Even when you leave the window open when its about to rain during the night, only to have to wake up and go to close it."
why is it hard to believe? because she is the sort of beautiful that doesn’t usually wander into a place like this, beau thought, but he couldn’t just say that. beauty cheapens the moment you label it, especially the raw, unguarded kind she carries, the kind that seems surprised by its own effect. most nights his clientele are road worn truckers, biker lifers, locals nursing heartbreak in silence. faces cracked by sun and liquor; nail bitten hands trembling over pool cues. johanna isn’t that. even under the sickly bar neon her skin keeps its own, softer light, as though refusing to be dirtied by cheap bulbs and stale air. a woman carved for concert halls, summer verandas, somewhere people sip champagne instead of bottom shelf rye. and yet here she sits, elbows on scarred wood, glass sweating between her fingers—like a lost heirloom nobody realizes is priceless. “dusty biker bars at three in the morning usually draw a different crowd,” he says, voice low, almost amused. “let’s just say you don’t exactly fit the demographic.” a beat, long enough for her to read the subtext if she wants, short enough to pretend there isn’t any. the half smile returns, shy around the edges. “but i’m glad the statistics are off tonight.” he’d spent years pretending the late night quiet didn’t claw at him, but with her sitting here, eyes rimmed raw, posture coiled like something cornered, silence felt predatory. a thing with teeth. “nah silent company’s overrated ... and i like your voice." a truth, simply aired. beau reached beneath the bar, fished out a long neck lone star, popped the cap against the rail with a practiced flick. the hiss of released carbonation felt like permission to breathe. he planted one boot on the low cross beam of the stool opposite her. "i'll even give you control of the music. any song ... or turn it off if you want." he slid the phone across the lacquered wood until it came to rest beneath her fingers.
A coarse laugh drew out of her lips at his words. His honesty was saying something simple, a group of facts that made sense and should've scared her, but the people who frequented this place had very slim chances of finding who she was. With a face that used to be splattered on television and magazines but only a couple of times a year, for a very specific thing that was as far from the minds of the denizens here, Johanna was at ease. Or, at least, the most at ease she would ever be. "I'm trying to fit in," the redhead offered while lifting the drink, not really believing her own words. The woman couldn't care less about fitting in; she just wanted to be left alone to her drowning silence and not live in fear that someone would remember her. It was the last thing she wanted. "You just tend to look a little too long at my direction. When it comes to everyone else, their eyes just glide over me, for the most part."
She though of picking a challenging music - something soft rock to throw him off his already painted picture of who she was; or something unpopular, known to a specific, very particular crowd; then, a part of her also screamed to hear a kind of music she could call home, one that she'd practiced and practiced until the notes lived under her skin as well in her brain, until her fingers knew each of them and what shape they took, what emotion they elicited out of halls filled with breathless, teary eyed people who appreciated the art of it all, the rawness of human ingenuity, hidden but also made easily available. Jo was conflicted and inebriated enough to consider the last option for longer then she should've; the idea of her choosing this remote place was that it would be easier to hide in obscurity; that no one would think to look for her in a place that seemed devoid of everything she'd grown to associate with life, art, dazzling sparkle. And choosing something that would reveal too much wasn't what she should do, but what she craved regardless. "Your voice is welcoming, too," Jo mentioned while softly drumming her fingers on top of the phone. Then, as she made her decision, she typed out the song that seemed the dwell on her mind the longest. "How long have you worked here?"
There were many things between them that just needed to be sorted but that wasn't the goal of tonight. He wasn't sure what the goal was, just hope that she would actually listen to him. Though from her response, that already seemed unlikely. Their communication was clearly trash, though for two people who took slight insults as flirty banter, it should have been obvious. "Did I ever really have your trust?" Because even in their best moments, Javier had felt like she had never completely let her walls down. "I'm not saying anything you've never heard." Maybe not the same exact words but the message had always been the same. He made a small sounds of disapproval as she looked away from him. Of course. He leaned closer against the bar counter. "That's your favorite line with me isn't it, Marcie. Like I think shit's a game."
"Well, it was for a good reason, wasn't it?", she snapped right back, surprised how little it took for them to be back at their usual back-and-forth of snappy replies and driving each other mad. Marcella had promised herself enough was enough before, but working together wasn't making any of the matters better. Still, Javier shouldn't have been there that evening, distracting her from the work she had to do. This couldn't go on like it had before. "Maybe it's because that's exactly how you act when shit hits the fan, Javi. Have you thought of that?" Shaking her head, Marcella took a second in which she took in a deep breath before obtaining some sort of composure back. "What is it that you want from me?"
He was goading her wasn't he? He knew she wouldn't actually kick him but the idea rolled around in her head like a constant thought. "You saying I couldn't?" She couldn't. If it came down to it, her foot would not go anywhere near him aggressively. Even if he gave her a reason to. Her mouth opened from disbelief, then turned into a pout. And to think they were supposed to be friends? Was this how friends treated each other? "Oh fine. Only because I want the snacks later." Vera let out a overly dramatic sigh. Her gaze lingered for a moment, as if he would cave though his noise of dismissing made it clear. Shame. Vera moved to her bag, sorting through it to get hike clothes as he spoke. "Better make it quick. I don't want us to somehow get lost and the sun goes down." The mosquitoes had no plans to see her today. Taking the clothes, she stood, headed to the bathroom. "You couldn't even wait til I left," she teased before closing the door behind her. She made a quick move to change into a set for hiking, half zipping a jacket before stepping out of the bathroom. She probably should have checked before leaving the bathroom seeing as she had changed faster than planned.
"Why? You afraid what would happen when the sun goes down? I told you there was no reason to watch that weird show From and pointlessly scare yourself." She could very well do it with any other normal thriller. Or by simply reading the news. Or what he wrote. While still shaking his head, Jeremiah went on to discard his current clothes. "Why? It's not like you're even looking," he shot right back at her, before starting to dress. As he'd taken a while longer than usual to locate where he'd placed the white t-shirt, to his utmost surprise, in the end it turned out that Vera had changed faster than him. "Come on and men complain that women take too long to get ready." His teasing reply came quickly while he hurried to pull the t-shirt over his body and zip his pants. "Okay, I'm done. Let's go. But don't forget to take your water bottle and... leave the rest to me." And with that, he threw the now lighter backpack over his shoulder.
I love when people are genuinely excited about our plots/ships. I love when I’m not the only one who’s like “!!!” I love it. @ my partners you will literally never annoy me by being overly excited about our ships I love it so much.
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ i can't stop thinking about you even when i try. ❜ ❛ every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat. ❜ ❛ i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there. ❜ ❛ do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else? ❜ ❛ i wish i had the courage to tell you how i feel. ❜ ❛ if only you knew how much you truly mean to me. ❜ ❛ do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us? ❜ ❛ sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you. ❜ ❛ i had a lot of dreams about you recently. ❜ ❛ somehow, you're always on my mind. ❜ ❛ i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met. ❜ ❛ my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go. ❜ ❛ all my life i've felt like a part of me was missing, but with you i've finally found it. ❜ ❛ you deserve better than who i am right now, but i'm gonna keep trying to become someone you do deserve. ❜ ❛ every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest. ❜ ❛ do you think i'll ever be worthy of your love? ❜ ❛ i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need. ❜ ❛ will we ever get another chance together? ❜ ❛ you were the best thing that's ever happened to me. ❜ ❛ my biggest regret is ever letting you go. ❜ ❛ i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped. ❜ ❛ when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see. ❜ ❛ every time i wake up, i check if you wrote me another message. ❜ ❛ i wish i could be as important to you as you are to me. ❜ ❛ it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to. ❜ ❛ i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back. ❜ ❛ i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms. ❜ ❛ hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me. ❜ ❛ there's so much i wish i was able to tell you. ❜ ❛ i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine. ❜ ❛ i miss the way you always made me smile. ❜ ❛ you're the reason i keep holding on. ❜ ❛ maybe we're supposed so to remain a case of 'right person, wrong time' forever. ❜ ❛ if only you knew how i feel about you. ❜ ❛ i'm yearning to hold your hand in mine. ❜ ❛ i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too. ❜ ❛ do you think i'll ever become more than a friend to you? ❜ ❛ my heart belongs to you, always and forever. ❜ ❛ my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost. ❜ ❛ i've been thinking about us a lot lately. ❜
