Rome had always known what love would look like. Love would be tall, and strong, with limbs far too long. The type of figure that could be blown away by a strong gust of wind, but a smile that anchored the earth. Love would have eyes as clear and as blue as the oceans they'd travel across together, eyes that she could get lost in. Love would have arms strong enough to hold her, and shoes big enough to stand by her side. Love would be all encompassing, larger than life. Except love had a New Jersey accent. Love refused to wear socks most of the time. Love felt like a hometown, not foreign lands and love actually had brown eyes, eyes that felt like home.
Love was named Elliot, and it didn't matter that his name didn't match the one printed on her wrist. Or that her name wasn't the one on his.
Rome had always thought that she would meet Love in a café or a bookshop, instead she met Elliot in rain, out front of their campus's student centre. He was sat alone on the pavement, a sign resting against his leg. He was happily munching on a sandwich, and when she sat down in front of him on the soaked pavement, he offered her half.
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For Those Nights
RomancePeople are born with the names of their soulmates on their arms. Sometimes our soulmates aren't always the ones we fall in love with.
