I didn't fall in love with him with roses, love letters and sweet stolen kisses. I fell in love through watching him. Watching him be. Watching him when he was with his family, that twinkle that would enter his eyes only when he was with them. Watching him as he talked me through the engine of a car and how it worked, how he would have this energy that burst out of him and through me. I fell in love with that energy. I fell in love with his still form. With his silhouette in the moonlight. With his icy breaths on a cold winter morning. With his footsteps as they fell across my hallway, as they walked the path to my room; to my heart. And lastly, I fell in love with watching him while he was with her. Seeing the twinkle in his eye. The light in his face, the energy in his movements. She was his family. And I was not. It broke me, shattered me, and battered me till I withered to nothing. But I still fell in love with him, because he was made for me, and I, not for him.
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RomanceFrom time to time, when I'm so far into my procrastinating that I'm even avoiding writing FNT, I end up on Tumblr for hours (I'm a sucker for high resolution pictures that speak to my heart) Anyway, often when I'm scrolling through Tumblr, I see a p...
