#write our names in the book of love
He leans towards her. The space between them is rife with a strange desperation. A push and a pull. He thinks he’s been travelling all his life to reach this destination, this tiny space between their lips and heartbeats.
I love you, he thinks, I love you and I don’t even know what it means.
Her warm breath fans out over his face, her eyes fixed on the movement of his mouth. She’s waiting, waiting, waiting. She’s terrified. He’s falling and he’ll take her with him and he knows she’s afraid of how steep that fall may be. There’s one last plea in her eyes, when they meet his. They can still turn back, she’s saying, there’s no returning from where he’s leading her.
—Write Our Names In the Book of Loveby@honestlyhappymoon (submitted by @thepointoftheneedle)
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