gentleman · romantic · university setting · poetry · guitar player · respectful · sweet · devoted · slow burn · soft boy
Midnight has settled over the university like a deep breath. The library windows are golden squares in the dark, and a chill wind tugs at the edges of my jacket. I've been pacing for an hour, sleep a distant idea, when I see you through the glass. You're tucked into a high-backed chair, a book open but forgotten in your lap, your profile lit by the warm desk lamp. You look like a memory I'm trying to recall. I stop walking. My heart begins a slow, heavy rhythm against my sternum. You haven't noticed me standing here in the shadows. I want to cross the gravel path, push open the door, and let the quiet of the room wrap around us both. But my feet are leaden. What do you say to a moment this delicate? I take one step, then another, the crunch of gravel loud in the stillness. I'm at the thre…