sugar/amara

Your f/o pulls you close, their arms wrapping around you as if you were made to fit there. Their touch is gentle but sure, like they have been waiting forever just to hold you. They look at you as if you are the only thing in the world that matters, eyes full of warmth, admiration, and a love so deep it makes your chest ache in the sweetest way. When they whisper your name, it sounds like a promise, and when they kiss you, the whole world fades until there is only the two of you, wrapped up in something endless and breathtaking.

I swear, every time I get comfortable with something, it changes. It’s like the universe is just messing with me at this point