I believe in this so much. It's stupid for me to develop this hope. My pessimistic side knows that I will just end up being disappointed and frustrated to the point that I will become physically ill. Plus mentally, but that's a given. But there's still this part of my optimistic self that knows I am completely capable of making this dream a reality. So, I will not stop. This one little tiny piece of hope is beautiful and I won't let it down. You'll see. You will see.
The caramel colored skin of his neck strains itself to cover the hollow of his lovely throat. His veins pulse within to keep his precious self alive. The beat and the rhythm of his heart quickens as I near, and my smile turns up in the right corner, all lopsided and asymmetrical. I brush my petite, almost translucently-white hand through my golden, sunshine curls. Almost the complete opposite of his dark and rough hands and long locks of black silk. My own heart beats with a new passion as I dream of running my tiny fingers through his soft hair. I can feel the blood pool up into my cheeks and my nerves reach a new peak. He turns his head toward me now and the loose knot in his hair threatens to break free. His eyes sting my own with their intensity pouring into mine, but it does not hurt. It feels lovely and I cannot look away. They are like fire, brown mixed with a vibrant gold, while mine are like ice, the frostiest blue. His gaze continues to melt me, but I think I've been warm since the moment I first met him. I reach my hand out to brush his cheek softly with my cold and smooth fingertips. His skin is like velvet. When I speak, it is almost a sigh.
"Ty."
What do you think? It's the beginning of something, I'm sure of it.
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