stranger, soulmate, lover.✔️

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  •After the tournament

  I saw you skating in the stadium all alone, how gorgeous and elegant you moved despite playing such a rough sport. I watched how comfortable you were on the ice, how you could lift up one of your legs while figure skating and stay fully content while swirling yourself into a circle.

I watched the tainted smile on your lips as your feet softly hit the base of the ice. How they created pretty strokes and lines of art into the hard surface. You were so gorgeous, the way you'd brush your hair back and lift yourself into the air to land softly onto your feet with ease.

  I knew, I knew right then what I hadn't before.

  I was pulled by your graceful touch that night, grabbed into the exact delusion I tried so desperately to disconnect from. But when you looked down, over the stadium light and right into my eyes. When you asked me to skate with you, pulling a size that could accurately fit me onto my feet.

  Grabbing at my waist the moment there secure on me, just like you had all those nights we practiced my terrible skating. "You'll catch a cold like this, you know." You shrugged leaning me against your chest as we moved swiftly around the atmosphere. "You'll be there to take care of me, won't you?" And smirked showing the thin crease in your cheeks.

  "Of course, I will."

  "Good." I was caught back by the little dip you pulled me into before leaning me back up into your arms. I remember scolding you as we both laughed. I remember falling in love that night, right there in your favorite place. Where i knew you felt most comfortable.

I remember absolutely loving the feeling too.