Everyone had secrets. She told him the secret she’d kept for the longest time. He told her four. She smiled pathetically at him and tried to slink away, but he reached forward and placed his hand on the back of her head then drew her close to his chest.
“That just makes me love you even more,” he whispered softly.
His hands dropped to her waist. His fingers wiggled wildly. He made her laugh.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and squeezed, hoping this one action would stop him from tickling her, but his fingers kept attacking her. When he finally stopped, she dropped her head back and he kissed her forehead, he kissed her nose, he kissed her lips.
And just like that, he cleansed away all her worries.
After their lips parted, she looked up at him to find the compassion in his eyes. They were just like that when she first met him. At this point in time, how long would he be willing to stay with her? Just for spring? Summer? Winter? Fall? Her lifetime? Forever? Or maybe just a year?
When it was all over, she realized that it hadn’t even been that long. Him, her, the two of them—they didn’t last the lifetime they had hoped for, the forever that they had promised each other, but she was thankful because he’d already changed her life.
He healed her. He accepted her. He never hurt her.
He had changed her life.
Joobae. C: I'll stop. Hahaha. 8D