Description
He held a worn polaroid in his hands and gently outlined the date that he never wanted to forget with his fingers. Was that day so magical? He could hear the ocean waves beating against the small pebbles of the beach and felt the fast and heavy beating of both of their hearts. He felt full, he felt loved and cared for. He felt safe and sound when icy arms wrapped around his waist, when warm lips pressed against a prickly cheek. Because the scariest part of love is that you are absolutely vulnerable to your dearest, and the person who makes your heart beat is the one who can make it go through such torments and agony that are tens and hundreds of times greater than all the happy moments that you have lived together. "Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure." Hermann Hesse, "Peter Camenzind" this story is co writen with @FacelessFigure, and the cover is made by her < 3
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