{royal by blood ; guided by faith}

“In your heart of hearts, like Barclay and Delahay and Fowler and me, you still believe, inspite of your talk of equality and fraternity, you still believe that some people are better than others because of the way they make love.”

― Guy Bennett

rp partner: you okay with multiple thre- me:

But since knowing you, I feel like I understand love songs for the first time.

I’m not in love with you.

But every second I’m with you I swear the world gets warmer.

I’m not in love with you.

But I’m jealous of everyone who gets to spend time with you.

I’m not in love with you.

But I wish we could be together forever.

I’m not in love with you.

But every time we say goodbye I start figuring out excuses to see you again.

I’m not in love with you.

But it’s hard not to stare at you when you’re around.

I’m not in love with you.

But damn I wish I were in love with you.

And that you were in love with me.

And that it could be that simple.

Because then I would know what to do with all this love that I do have for you.

We would know the steps to this dance and we would do it together and it would be beautiful and then maybe it would end but it would be beautiful anyway because it would have happened and isn’t that a miracle?

And I’ve tried to learn that dance before—the one I’ve seen so many other people do. I swear to God I have. But I just can’t hear the music.

So, for now I’ll sit. And I’ll watch you find people who can hear it. And I’ll clap while you twirl with them and I’ll cheer for every dip and spin.

And in the meantime I’ll keep listening. For a single note, a chord, a melody—anything. Not because I care about the music or even the dance.

But because I love you.