It's strange how being in love with someone can make you adore the strangest things. Like running your hands down their arm and realising its not as smooth as you thought, and it gives you butterflies because that's special about them. Because you learnt something that no one else knows, because no one else is allowed to touch them like that. They've let you know about this imperfection, and its wonderful. It may be things they themselves don't even care about, like how coarse their hair is, or roughly how heavy they are. It's simple things like realising as their arm drapes around you, that you are the only one who knows what it feels like to be this close to to this specific person. You begin to love those things, the things no one cares about, simply because you can. Because you've been given access. I think that's really nice.
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Character Shorts
Short StoryA collection of ramblings specific to character. Some are long, some are short, and no they don't relate to one another. They're just grouped here through theme.
