Random Klance Ideas

Love - Klance - Langst

Love is a crazy thing. People love a lot of things in their lives. Back at home my family has a Lab named Dixie. I love her. I love my family. My friends. My home. Even the castle.

Then there's a different love. A love you see in movies. That love is hard to find. My mama always says to be careful. It takes awhile to find the person made for you. That when you meet them there's an instant connection and you know. Some way or another they'll always show up.

My mama said that's how it was like for her when she met my dad. They met when they were in college. My dad says that the moment he saw her he knew. To say I want that kind of love is an understatement.

My parents say I was made to love. Which makes sense. I live off love and friendships. I'm always one to talk and start a conversation.

I've flirted with many people. Although I'm a social butterfly I've never felt any real connection with anyone. Time goes by and I end up alone again.

Then I met him. He wasn't social by any means. But he was unique. Quiet and constantly ready to fight. We never really talked. He usually ignored people. Me included. So I never tried. Positive I would be blown off.

But for some reason I found myself being drawn to him. His dark eyes held more emotion than he was willing to express. I found myself wishing I could get close to him. Be there for him so he could open up. So he wouldn't have to hide his emotions. I would give anything to see him smile.

Then we went to space. Things changed faster than I could keep track. It didn't help the feelings brewing inside me. My emotions went overboard and it felt like I had been hit by a bus.

Love and soulmates. The words my parents had spoken went pounding through my head. I was in love. I had found the one.

I was screwed. I had fallen in love with someone who would never love me back. So I pulled away. The fear of rejection haunting me. Fighting with myself.

Everything he did was attractive to me. But I wouldn't allow myself to soak it in. Constantly telling myself off. Scolding myself for believing it would work.

It hurt but I ignored it. Letting these feeling pile up. It was unhealthy. Soon I got to a breaking point. No longer able to keep these emotions hidden. I broke. I couldn't do this to myself anymore.

After my tears cleared up I went to his room. I had entered without knocking. He was asleep. The sight made my heart pound. All the hidden feelings come out again. I broke down and cried.

It surprisingly wasn't awkward. He woke up not a second after I broke. He came whispering comforting words. Pulling me to him and wrapping me in the calmness.

He waited with me. Making me fall more and more in love with him. He was so different. So beautiful. I wanted to know everything about him. So I told him.

He was surprisingly calm about it. After I had ranted my heart out he leaned forwards sealing our lips together. When he pulled back he spoke words that surprised me.

"That's what I love about you."

He said it so simply all I could do was blink. He had smiled a blinding smile and reached out to wipe my tears away. This, I realized, was love.