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"He would never admit it, but she terrified him. She was beautiful in a way that only the clenching feeling in his chest could explain. She was like the wind that cut into his cheeks on a chilly spring day and her touch felt like red flames that always left him enveloped in smoke. Her dark, brown eyes reminded him of bitter coffee and deep secrets. She always challenged his ideas and always pushed him to be something greater than what he really was. Her mind seemed to understand even the darkest parts of the universe. But most of all, she loved him with such great intensity; an intensity that he didn’t quite understand or deserve. And that is what terrified him. Never being able to love her back in the same way that she made him feel."
Except from a book I’ll never write #7// I think this is my favorite one (via eversincetomorrow)
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