dear diary,
Last night, I saw him again.
We met up at the bakery again. Turns out, his family owns it. I finally told him my name. He also told me his name, Harry. I faintly repeated it under my breath. It rolled off my tongue so easily I felt like I've been saying it for years. We sat down at one of the tables and ended up talking for hours and hours. He was so interesting, I just wanted to know absolutely everything about him. He caught me studying his face a couple times. But I couldn't help it. He wasn't like anyone I've ever seen before. He had dark brown curls that framed his face perfectly. Instead of pale skin, he had the most natural glowing tan. But his lips fascinated me the most besides his eyes. They were so plump and I glanced down at them every now and then while he was talking. You could obviously see his British accent flowing from his lips. I finally had enough of watching them after about 3 hours. I began to slowly start leaning into him, and I noticed he did as well. Our lips were about to touch when again,
I woke up.
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delightful fantasies / h.s.
Fanfictionthe way he touched me; the way our lips moved perfectly in sync; the way he made my heart leap out of my chest; the way he loved me life with him was perfect; too bad this love only exists in my dreams
