He hadn't met a girl who felt
everything so heavily before.
You could tell he was afraid.
Everything he had known
disintegrated at his touch.
Every person he had loved was
as airy and unpredictable as the wind.
But her.
She was a shelter in all of
his thunderstorms.
Somewhere he could be free.
But freedom to a captive feels
a lot like quick sand.
So we will see how long it takes him to find out
that his shelter is
me.
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