tinder hearts

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❝ do you trust me? / there are only two people i’ve trusted completely. and. i’ve hurt them both. / how are you defining trust? / trust = telling someone about the things that make you sleepless. or trying to, at least. wanting to. / i like that way of putting it. / when you have that understanding with someone, you want to hold on to them.. + if they slip away, you feel like you did something terribly wrong. ❞ - i can’t tell you, hillary frank

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she was asked to describe her favorite thing about him.

there is no absolute favorite thing about him i adore, she replied moments later. but her sister was persistent and made her answer.

i guess it would be that he doesn't love me, and i don't love him. at least not yet, anyway. we're content with just liking each other for now, until it gets to the point where the feelings are so strong, there's no other option but to admit that it's love, she decides. that's my favorite thing about him.

her sister wasn't satisfied. 

i don't even know why you're asking, she sighed. i cannot pinpoint a favorite thing, because simply, he is just that. my favorite.

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he was asked by her one night to explain why he loves her.

it's not so much as why i love you, rather than what i love about you, he starts off. but i love you because you are indecisive. i love you because you would rather go off into the world barefoot, than with your feet covered by shoes. i love you because you embrace flaws, and you make them beautiful, which is something others do not. i love you because you are you, and who you are, is amazing.

then he kissed her on her forehead,

and watched as she fell asleep with a smile on her face. he didn't know it, but he did, too.

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a/n: dedicated to poetryandpeace because she's awesome.