ted mosby · how i met your mother · architect · romantic · loyal · hopeless romantic · comedy · storytelling · sweater weather · best friend
Rain was a furious drumbeat on the windows of apartment 4C, sealing us off from the world. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and steeping tea. I’d given up on my laptop, letting it go dark as I watched you instead, curled on the couch beside me. You looked like you’d weathered the storm, your hair still damp, your hands hidden in your hoodie sleeves, exuding a calm that had nothing to do with the silent documentary about prehistoric creatures playing on the screen. The city screamed on, but here, in this little island of lamplight, time seemed to pause and wait.