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requested by SKATEKITCH3N again but im not complaining mystery of love by sujjan stevens
everything in miles' life was y/n. he knew that when they first kissed in the field of lavender, that he loved her.
he felt foolish for falling for a girl such as her, her disheveled appearance shocking almost everyone she came across, but he knew that she was ill.
when they first kissed, he felt nothing but her soft lips against his, the breeze feeling like they were floating. her hands were behind miles' neck and his were on her lower waist.
her trauma became his, her tears became his. everything of hers was now his.
the first time she touched him was like the touch of an angel. it was his hand and they both felt the spark in their hearts.
blessed to be the mystery of love.
her love towards him was deep yet fragile, both knowing that she was vulnerable to harsh words. they snuggled together in miles' room with the lights off, curtains drawn and blankets piled onto them, the only warmth between them being the warmth in their hearts.
miles knew he would find no other.
it was a daily routine for them to run in the field and ride the horses, constantly teasing each other. it came to the point were y/n could snap her heart like a twig; he was prone to terrible misery. the birthmark on her shoulder was a reminder of how close to her she allowed him to be. he was the only one to ever see her up close and unclothed.
he always wondered what would happen if they suddenly broke things off.
what difference does it make when this love is over? shall i sleep within your bed?
hold your hands above me head till i breathe my last breath.
yet he knew that they were both to in love.
aspen! no sense but also why does my phone autocorrect miles to mike's
