Felecity's Point of View
Do you ever just think about love? Just, love? About how people fall in love, what it must be like to be and the sheer beauty and admiration it holds?
I do. I think about how they learn about each other, how they breathe their lovers flaws, and study their movements. They gaze in their eyes, the way their heartbeat seems to calm down right when they reach the peak of their excitement. And I think about how different it feels.
I think about how the more I know him, the more I hurt. I think about those beautiful summer mornings we spent at his mothers' house in England. I remember waking up next to him, our bodies laced together, borrowed in a white silk duvet. I looked out the window. Our room overlooked a beautiful botanical garden across the path.
He turned over in his sleep and I peered down wondering if he ever bothered to wake up this early, to watch the sun rise and cast, crisp, golden rays in the sky. And I thought that he probably didn't and would never. And I thought about how he said he couldn't be bothered with those things. And I thought about how he laced up his shoes laces so tighty and talked about life, like it was a schedule. And how he slowly killed me with deadly phrases like "be realistic". And I thought about how the more I knew about him, the more I felt like I've made a mistake. And I thought about how I didn't love him. And suddenly, he woke up, and he stared at me and he said in a concerned and sort of vicious tone, "Babe. What are you doing up this early?" and I just sighed and said "Nothing".
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Lotti xx
