To him, she is sanity.
He loves the way she always remembers the little things, and how sometimes when they say goodbye, she touches his lips with her fingertips. Revealing pieces of himself is always easy with her. What's hard is having the strength to stop.
Sometimes he asks her if she loves him, even though he already knows the answer.
He doesn't know whether to feel panicked or relieved
every time she says yes.
He knows that he should let her go, but losing her might mean losing his mind.
To her, he is oxygen.
She loves the way he tilts his head back when he laughs, and how sometimes when they kiss, she can taste a hint of cherry Now-and-Later on his tongue. He tells her all his secrets, but it's what he doesn't say that she thinks about the most.
Sometimes she asks if he loves her, even though she already knows the answer.
She doesn't know whether to feel panicked or relieved
every time he says no.
She's aware that loving him is hopeless, but if she tries to stop, she'll suffocate.















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