He stared at her thinking about how much has changed since he met her and how much joy she had brought into his life within the short time they had spent together. He contemplated.
How could he describe her? She was beautiful but her outward beauty was just half of it. She had such a beautiful, rich and pure soul, almost like a child's but she was no child. She was so mature beyond her years, almost like a sage.
She radiated so much inner light that he would constantly bask in it whenever she was near. She had such grace such majesty, she was otherworldly.
But she was his, maybe not officially but that would change soon.
Often he wondered, 'Of all the men that she could have loved, why did she choose someone like him, despite the ugliness of who he once was?'.
She showed him love, care, affection, and adoration. Things he had struggled with at a young age.
He had fallen for her, completely, irrevocably. With his soul, with his heart, his mind, his body, forever. He was hers and she was his.
She turned around with a smile. He felt a pull so strong towards her that he stared at her at a loss of what to do.
As beautiful as she was, her past was anything but. It was hard to believe she had gone through half of what she had. She was so strong. He knew that she was all he would ever need.
They've only known each other for a few months but it already felt like they've known each other for a lifetime. For someone who had zero social skills, zero interest in people and a stoic demeanour that could chase anyone away, she had managed to break through his walls, only her.
They were close. She always told him that she loved his eyes. She was staring at them again. He had blue eyes that were nearly colourless. He never found them remarkable but she did. And she would always stare in awe at them.
The expression on her face was enough to make him fall in love all over again. She stared at them like they were the most captivating thing she had ever seen. Her eyes were wide and curious, wonderous and sincere and oh so intense.
She could hold any man captive with her stare alone. It was a mind-numbing, earth-shattering experience.
It was one of the feelings he would gladly drown in.
She reached out and gently held his cheek. He couldn't move. He was lost in her too.
Sometimes he often wondered—the rational logical part of his brain wondered —should anyone have this much power over him?
But that was just the thing, she wasn't trying to control him, he was just afraid of what it would mean to be utterly consumed by another person. It was a scary thing to be utterly lost in someone else.
She smiled only for her expression to turn a bit serious. He had studied every expression on her face and this one meant she was worried about something.
"What is it?" He held her. She waited for a second before answering.
"I only have one heart and love to give,"
"It is hard to give what is broken to someone else." She contemplated. She looked at him.
"Will you be the only one it'll ever belong to?"
"Will you love me till eternity?"
His eyes widened. She wanted to give him everything. She was laying everything down.
This was no small matter to her. He knew how seriously she took this. It's a good thing he wasn't ready to love anyone else.
"I can only promise till death do us part."
She smiled at him. That seemed to be enough for her.
But what he didn't know was that their time together wouldn't be nearly enough.
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