- friend: hey do you want to hang out this saturday
- me: NO SORRY I CAN'T
- me: I'M SUPER BUSY
- me: ...
- me: its comic con ok i can't miss updates
“You want me,” Noah said simply, definitively. “Don’t lie to me. I can hear it.”
“Irrelevant,” I breathed.
“No, it isn’t irrelevant. You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you.”
My tongue warred with my mind. “Today,” I whispered. Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. “Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.”
Noah’s eyes held mine. His stare was infinite. “I was made for you, Mara.”
And at that moment, even though I didn’t know how it was possible or what it meant, I believed him.
“And you know it. So tell the truth. Do you want me?” His voice was strong, confident as he voiced the question that sounded more like a statement.
But his face. In the slightest crease and furrow of his brow, barely perceptible, it was there. Doubt.
Thinking youre attractive but having a lot of insecurities is like having a crush on yourself but not knowing if you like yourself back.
SOMEONE SAID IT
Real life: most common eye color is brown
Literature: eye color is anything but brown
‘you’re beautiful’ i whisper as i trail my cursor down your face
I feel very strongly about I Wanna by The All-American Rejects and madness…