So maybe at first you both deny the possible future the both of you can create. You can’t help but to think that this is the first time you’ve been this happy but sure that it will never be love. You try your best to stifle your feelings and agree to take things slow, but too sure enough feelings were caught and feelings were told.
At two you realised you can’t live without them, the air you breathe in their absence is a cold and icy stale. Some days he’s there, some days he is not. You wonder if he feels the same way towards you. You can’t help but to have second thoughts.
At three, with every lingering stare, with every brush of your lips against his, you swore those three words almost slipped. You realised; you’re almost convinced, he is the one for you. With every bittersweet ‘I like you’ he whispers, a flower dies in the icy cold whilst another flower grows in the springs of your heart. How can you grow gardens when flowers can’t grow in the winter? With your chest tightening around your lungs, you managed to breathe an ‘I like you too’.
At four you wonder how long he is going to take. How could a four-letter word drive you so insane? You patiently wait, a constant battle between yourself through night and day.
At five, he pulls you close into his embrace, he finally said it. Those words slipped. Your heart stops, your mind race. You can’t help but to replay it over again just in case it was a mistake. You attempt to catch a hold of your breath but he was too quick to steal it away. Like the final piece of a puzzle, our hearts and souls merged and tessellate. Cracks in my heart bloomed and reaped with flowers. Finally, a garden of my own that no one can ever take.
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