He brought her daisies and drank coffee with her and kissed her forehead and made her feel things she had never felt before. They rode bikes into the city, wheels bouncing over cobblestones and laughing as the wind whipped through their hair. They held hands as the walked through gardens and went to used bookstores to read the notes written in the margins.
He stayed up late, talking to her on the phone, long after their voices had given up, sleep slurring their speech as they whispered how much they loved each other. He slipped her love notes written on napkins and made her playlists. He made stupid jokes that he knew would make her laugh, despite herself. He pulled her along, up to a hill and the kissed as the sun sank into the horizon. He took her home for Christmas and brushed snow off of her cheeks and bought her lattes as they walked the snowy street, where fairy lights glinted through the trees. He stared at her, even in the early morning as she yawned. He thought she was beautiful, even though she didn't.
He loved her. More than anyone ever had.
More than she ever thought anyone would.
And she would never let him go.
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On An Unrelated Note: Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a compilation of many short stories. Some are a paragraph. Some are three pages. Some are longer. Some are in third person, some are in first. But each chapter is a new character and a new story, and each chapter tells of something to make y...
