falling in love ; l.mh

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The Prelude

it begins with a glance—a fleeting connection across a crowded room. your eyes meet, and in that instant, the universe shifts. time hesitates, caught in the delicate web of possibility. you wonder if this is destiny or mere coincidence.



The Flutter

your heart, that fickle artist, starts to paint. it splashes hues of anticipation and curiosity. each stolen smile, each accidental touch—it's as if your soul whispers, "pay attention. this is important!"



The Melody

and then, oh, the music! it's the soft hum of a forgotten song, the one you used to hum as a child. now it's resurrected, weaving through your veins. you hear it in their laughter, in the rustle of leaves, in the way they say your name.



The Vulnerability

love is vulnerability wrapped in courage. you peel away layers—the armor you've worn for years. you reveal your scars, your dreams, your quirks. and they? they listen, their eyes kind and accepting. you realize that love is not about perfection; it's about acceptance.



The Gravity

you're falling. not off a cliff, but into something deeper. it's like gravity has shifted, and suddenly, you're weightless. you float on whispered promises and stolen kisses. you're tethered to their laughter, their flaws, their essence.



The Constellations

love is stardust. you map constellations on their skin—the freckles near their nose, the mole on their wrist. you trace the lines of their history, and suddenly, your stories intersect. you become part of each other's cosmic narrative.



The Fear

ah, but here's the twist: love is also fear. fear of losing, fear of hurting, fear of being too much or not enough. you tiptoe on the edge of vulnerability, hoping they won't let go. but you leap anyway because love is braver than fear.



The Homecoming

and when you fall—when you surrender to this beautiful madness—you find home. their arms become shelter, their laughter a hearth. you realize that love is not a destination; it's the journey—the messy, imperfect, breathtaking journey.



someone get me the boys' bbl plis  :]]

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