He walks the streets of the city. The world turning and turning, but never stopping to let him breathe. His eyes are looking down, wondering when the gray of the sidewalk ends.
He suddenly stops in the middle of everything, and realizes where he wants to go.
He looks up, finally, and takes a deep breath. He turns around and goes back the way he came, retracing his steps. He walks, ten steps, one hundred, one thousand, all leading to where he's going to.
Who he's going to.
The world spins and spins and spins. Yet, he knows where he's going, he knows her.
He loves her.
He stops walking and stares at the door. The door to his happiness, the door to his universe. The door to the world that lets him breathe.
He knocks, once, twice, three times. His fingers tap on his lap, his shoulders straighten, his heart beats faster.
She greets him with a smile, a wonderful, beautiful smile, and laces his tapping fingers into hers.
He sees her as the one bright color in the world of dull hues. The only source of light in the dark. The music playing to fill the deafening silence.
She closes the door and steps onto the gray with him. She's still smiling, and he smiles as well.
He feels the world stop spinning, and his thoughts finally come together. He wanted to see her. He wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to be with her.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
Forever.
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Confessions
RomanceWritten in different gender perspectives. Though each individual is different, all of them will tell someone they love them in some way or another.
