Bittersweet Definition

Bittersweet Definition

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WpMetadataReadComplete Tue, Oct 23, 201219m
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There are a few ways in which relationships are always symmetrical- each day you wake up and later fall asleep tangled together beneath the sheets, every time love is made it is begun and finished with a simple kiss, and each relationship is created and brought to an end with a simple definition. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Am I…” He draws the word out, so long that Louis doesn’t know if he even has any intentions of ever completing the sentence. But Louis is already there, heartbeat racing and breath stopping and thoughts swirling in anticipation of the next moment. It’s too early and too late, and completely uncalled for but painfully important. “Your boyfriend?” It’s the softest he’s ever heard anyone speak, the autumn breeze stirring around them somehow louder in his ears than the angelic whisper from his right. It’s so subtle that he might not have even believed that he’d actually spoken had it not been for the warm breath that tickled the dip of his collarbones. And for the second time in Louis’ life, he’s speechless.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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