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His name paired with those three words had NEVER sounded f o r e i g n coming from her. They were ALWAYS a touch, a look, a kiss away from spilling out of her. His name had always had a place setting at the table of her tongue because she learned love like WAIT FOR IT. And this was all that it took. A PROFESSION of love, who would’ve thought it’d be this simple ( except absolutely everybody ) to prove that the improved skyline wasn’t one she had to build alone, NOT ANYMORE. The touch is warm, more than that it is welcoming. An admission that he had never truly left, he was just LINGERING in the outskirts of town, waiting for the right moment to come back. Now it’s her turn to wipe her thumb along his cheek, how much it felt like wiping the slate clean, FORGETTING all of the things that had SEPARATED them before, and celebrating three simple words they had held back for far too long. The words make her light up inside, maybe all she needed was a little sunlight after all. “I love you, I love you.” She repeats, because she means the words with EVERYTHING in her, and she knows that the words have finally resonated with him. The kiss transports her back to underneath the bleachers, sneaking away from gym for an EMERGENCY to kiss him the same way he’s doing right now. She always simultaneously felt breathless and as if they could survive underwater or in outer space, breathing his inhale into her exhale. The seasons HAD changed twenty times since they had last had each other, but she’d be damned if she let one more pass without him by her side. “I love you Jordan Lee, but if you EVER use my full name again you’re dead.” She falls into him willingly, unlike high school where she had no defense over his smile and his gentle hands which handled her like porcelain. “Stay forever.” she whispers, an admission of her own LONELINESS, a plea that this would be it for them. “Marry me and stay forever.”
He’s STUCK where he is, feeling the delicacy of the moment along with the soft words NEVER above a whisper that speckled their night with PEACE, CALM, LOVE LOVE LOVE. He could stand up, hold his hand out for her, but a moment is only ever F R A G I L E and he could sit there with the smell of her coconut shampoo swirling around them forever. It’s the thing he DIDN’T realize he noticed until he was stuck in a dorm room where she wasn’t there to hold. It’s always TOO LATE once you realize you miss the small things. “Then you’ll be out a groom.” he hums, the corners of his lips curling because for once he isn’t begrudgingly in a role. He isn’t LYING, isn’t spending his nights wistfully wondering if there’s a permanent place in her heart for him that his garden can bloom red roses and he’ll always have a hand to give them too. His hand trails down her arm to catch her hand, his thumb ran over the ring and he chuckled a little. “You’ve already got me.” He drops his lips to the corner of her neck, leaving a kiss, and then another, and another... ”I’ve missed you...” he whispers into her skin, and it’s almost an oath that he won’t MISS her again because he’ll hold her hand, never let her go. The world works in funny ways, and if Shakespeare taught him anything it’s that midsummer nights are FATE, forever laced with beauty, but he’ll never hear star-crossed. When he says he MISSES HER, he means since he’s held her like this. He’s missed her since they said goodbye, and time’s hand never quite let her memory go no matter how he’d try to decorate it, write over it. She’s loud, VIBRANT RED, and no greens, no yellows or blues could f a d e the memory.
















