It’s almost midnight, you have me in a tight grip while we’re walking through a busy street. There are things far more interesting than your determined eyes and firm lips, but I can’t bring myself to turn away. You’re looking forward and I’m looking at you steadily matching my pace. You’ve been a constant presence for a while now, and the thought of you leaving makes my chest hurt. I can’t tell when this terrifying feeling had begun clawing at the back of my mind, but tonight, I can finally admit to myself that I don’t want to let go of this hand.
Someone who wasn’t able to elude falling in love, 8/15 (via geniues)