Dearest,
Every single day leads me closer to you. I see a different version of you everyday. You talk more, and you smiled more, you make me see the real you. Bare and vulnerable. And every fucking day, I fall-- way too deep for my liking-- but I don't mind.
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And now you're sprawled next to me in the cold floor of the rehearsal room with our sweat from dancing lingering into the depths of this room. I still hear the soft hum of the violin from the stereo, your breathing and the fast thump of my heart.
I was so worried you might hear it and ask what is it so I don't remember anything you said or when you held my hand, and then my chin...
And the brush of your lips against mine.
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A.N: Haha. This looks like one of Bateaux's challenges, #21. :)))
