PULSE [H.S]

062

"There are no accidental meetings between souls." — Sheila Burke

Harry loves me.

I love him. We love each other.

It doesn't feel real to me. I've never experienced love like this before. It consumes me, flows through me, and lights me up in a way I've always dreamed of. He's everything to me. He completes me. He's the person I want to experience this life with.

I crave him like a drug that I can never get enough of. I'm always yearning for the next dose, needing him always. I listen to his heartbeat as we lay in bed, smiling as I listen to the heart that now belongs to me.

I ask him, "What's your love language?"

He says, "Receiving gifts."

I burst out laughing and say, "I hope you're lying."

"I am," he laughs. "Anyone who says their love language is receiving gifts doesn't know what love is."

I don't disagree with him, I've always questioned why that's a love language. I feel like those people don't love their partner, they just love materialistic things.

I say, "So, what's yours?"

"Physical touch," he says as he draws circles on my stomach with his fingers. He adds, "You?"

I say, "Quality time and physical touch."

"I never would've guessed," he says, laughing lightly, as we are literally spending quality time together right now and being physically intimate. It means I'm in heaven.

I turn my head up so I can see his face, not being able to stop the smile from popping up on my face as I look at him. I lean down, connecting my lips with his. His lips are so soft, so heavenly against mine.

I ask, "So when did you know it?"

He plays with my hair, twirling it around his fingers before dropping it and picking up another piece. He says with a smirk, "In the backseat of the car when you were stitching me up."

I wrinkle my face up, saying, "How romantic."

"I just watched you push through every emotion you were experiencing in order to save me, and I was in complete awe of you. I didn't even feel the pain, all I felt was my heart and how it was beating just for you," he says, making my cheeks tint. He goes on, "I've never cared about dying before, but I wanted to live for you, and live with you. I needed more time with you, and I wasn't going to let the universe take that away from us."

Alright, I'll admit that actually is romantic.

I smile at him, blinking back tears. I say, "All the time in the world with you will never be enough for me."

He leans up, planting a kiss on my lips again. I could stay like this, right here, forever. Just me and him, together, nothing else on our minds.

He asks, "When did you know it?"

"When you met my sister. The way you interacted with her was—I felt it in my soul that day," I say, "but I think I loved you even before that."

He smiles, and I think the sight of his dimples is my favorite thing in the entire fucking world. I love seeing them, seeing him happy, and knowing I caused it.

He says softly, "I've never told anyone that I loved them."

"You mean like any of your ex's?" I ask, realizing I don't know anything about Harry's dating history.

He says, "I mean anyone, ever."

My heart aches for him. I don't know how anyone can go through life without love, and he went so many years without anyone there for him.