SENI SEVIYORUM

Aug. 21, 2016

Somehow she didn’t want to confess to him that she was so weary of all those people who would seem to want to take care of her.

He touched her cheek gently, caressingly. Her heart was beating so loudly, that surely he could hear it.

He smooths her hair back, the touch of his fingers sending waves of awareness through her. He was going to kiss her….that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? So why did she feel as if she trembled on the edge of the precipice ready to topple over in an instant?

Then his lips found hers and she stopped thinking at all, only feeling. Feeling the tenderness of his kiss, the strength of his arms around her, the steady beat of his heart under her hand as she turned into his arms. There is a precipice, and she was falling head over heels. Falling in love with him.

　-Blue Valentine