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I watched as Timothée pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it up in his shaky hands.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Just something I wrote for you."
He wrote something for me?
"Please tell me this isn't your 'going away to college' speech, I'm not ready." I joked.
"No," he laughed "that's for another time, this is something else."
He took a deep breath and started reading.
"I wonder
what you would say
if I did confess
of feelings
I hide inside of me
I wonder
what you would think
if I would reveal
that dream
growing in me
I wonder
what you would feel
if I repeat
the words,
the shouts my soul
my love, my darling,
I wonder
if you will hate
me after that
when I reveal
that I love thee"
Credit: -gd- (I found the poem on pinterest.)
Tears were running down my face. He looked back up at me nervously, waiting for a reaction.
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timothée chalamet imagines
FanfictionTimothée Chalamet imagines 💗 !!REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! * = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content. I'm not a writer, but this is what I can do! Frequent updates at best :)
