𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂

𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔

eight days.
eight days and you fell.

you fell for his smile, his teasing,
his willingness to discuss anything and everything.

you fell for how he trusts you on sight,
and how you trust him- before he
was in sight.

you fell for how he looks at you...
like there's nothing else in the world
he would rather look at.

you fell for the happy sadness in his
eyes, the mix of dusk blue, emerald green,
and a golden dust.

you fell for his harsh, sweet words;
the contrast is irresistible, he
distracts you, and knows it.

but really, didn't you fall before then?
you already knew, that you wanted him
in your life. you knew he was important.

you pray that he'll stay.