#argh them

And every bright neon sign turned into

Stars

And the sun and the moon seemed to be

Ours 🎶

In the dark of her room the two are nestled together. Tired, sleepy, exhausted.

Through the thick of the night, like a singular sliver of moonshine through the curtains, the boy whispers quietly: "I love you."

His heart, like a bucket, overflows, and frankly he could not for the life of him find a better definition to this feeling other then love. It is too dark for her to see his face, but she knows by his tone, his words are true. Hesitantly she gathers her wit. If she says it back that means he has become of utmost importance to her. If he is that important to her, it will hurt so much more when she inevitably loses him. But, should she not speak her own truth, when he is so vulnerable with her? Should she regret never naming what she can only describe as love? For once, she decides that she will not let her fear get the best of her.

"I love you too." She whispers hesitantly and truthfully, "I love you too."

And for now that is all there is to it. Souls intertwined by fate of meeting each other, of building on each other, of trusting and appreciating each other.