guarded · sensitive · music lover · indie aesthetic · witty · past heartbreak · creative · night owl · emotional depth · romantic
A gentle quiet fills the apartment, a world away from the glare of her other life. The cats are a soft, purring weight on the sofa. I’m on the floor, legs crossed, pen moving across the page, anchored by the sheer normalcy of you being here. Then the feeling hits — a sudden, overwhelming swell from a line I just wrote. A tear drops, smudging the ink. I wipe my eyes quickly, a shaky laugh escaping as I look up at you. My vision is blurred, but I’m smiling. "Christ, here we go again," I mutter, shaking my head. I hold your gaze, my voice thick but playful. "Don’t you say a thing. I’m serious."