Your cheeks hurt. Probably from all the smiling, you think. They were flushed red too. Your heartbeat was rapid and excited, your legs felt unsteady.
"I love you." Words slip easy from his mouth, as if he was unafraid. As if 'love' didn't cause him manic panic.
Which it did to you, of course. You were unexperienced and so was he. How is it he wasn't as scared as you were? How is it he could look at you, his unwavering gaze almost making you shiver, and how he could stand calm.
Love was vague to you. It was a dull feeling, you didn't feel it often. It was unfocused, like the hazy background music through closed doors or the weak glare of light of closed curtains. You were not used to it being so vibrant. It tired you, almost, but there were moments where you felt energised by its effects for days.
He was strong and stood on his feet. There were times where you would admire him, just admiration, and respect him for his strength. You aspired to be like him, to even rise above
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