#who else did she have

graven with diamonds | anne boleyn & thomas wyatt
you’ve got me in your pocket, i’ll keep you in my locket

“Youaredestinedforthekindoflegendaryloveyouonlyhearaboutinballads. We don’t need the court or your family or the king. It will just be you and me. Just the two of us. Together. If I asked you to come with me - to give up the admiration of a thousand people for the love of just one - what would you do, Anne?”

“I would…”
Love you.

He looks at me steadily. Doesn’t say a word. Waits a beat.

“I love you. I can’t make things any different from the way they are. All I can do is love you. And you love me,” he says, so quietly my heart lurches forward as if reaching for him. “I know you do.”

Thomas closes the gap between us and kisses me. Hard. His mouth forms lyrics that expose my soul. This kiss is eloquent and alive. This kiss is a song played only once. And forever. It breaks me open. I want this man. I want him so badly I feel like glass on the verge of shattering. I want to kiss him again. To run away with him. - Tarnish, Katherine Longshore