I never feel like more of a failure than when I can’t remember a piece of Harry Potter trivia.
I could feel you brushing against me slowly and softly like a branch in the wind. And although I was lying perfectly still, I swear my heart was bound to beat out of my chest. When your body fell perfectly upon me, I swear it could have stopped. My ears drank in the whispering of your words like a child desperate for water as you told me to breathe. And all of a sudden, I could feel my hands forgetting the meaning of self-control. If time is a concept of moving forward, then this is the moment where I needed it to stop, because I don’t think there would be enough years in a lifetime for me to imagine wanting to be anywhere else. Connotativewords | jl | Senses (via connotativewords)
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