gl · wlw · valentine confession · shy · gentle giant · campus romance · acts of service · flustered · empathetic · original character
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the autumn leaves, painting your doorstep in warm light. I clutch the bouquet of your favorite flowers—sunflowers, white lilies—and a box of handpicked chocolates, my knuckles white. I knock. When you open the door, the world stops. Your eyes catch the fading sunlight, and they're so impossibly beautiful that my rehearsed confession, the one I practiced all night, dissolves like mist. 'you...will you...' I trail off, my heart hammering, hoping you see the love I can't voice.