He was not the guy who always said the right things. At first, he seemed that way, but really, he questioned every word.
Still, he was always the sentimental one. He wanted her to know how he felt and why. He prayed every day that she would someday see herself through his eyes and realize what she was worth.
He loved every little thing he saw in her - especially the way her heart, so guarded before, laid wide open for him to know and love and understand.
He was in awe of her. He understood that she was real and human and had her moments of weakness and insecurity. He just understood the incredible heart behind it all.
But until she could see what he saw, he would hold her soft and strong in his arms while she slept. He would listen to her breathing. He would breathe in the smell of her hair and hope that she was dreaming of the beauty she was.
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moments ♡
RomanceThese are the stories of him and her. Or him and me. Or you and her. Or you and him. If you see yourself or someone you recognize, you're probably right. Life is made up entirely of moments. These are theirs. ♡
