#his hearts still stutter in his chest when he hears those two words#even though it’s been centuries since he heard them last#he’s better at hiding it though #he sees his younger self freeze#go pale and shocked at the sound of the words that have always led back to Rose#and then the memory slots back into place#they’ve been coming back in bits and pieces this whole time#snatches of memory#different vantage points on conversations he’s in the middle of#different perspectives on decisions he’s already made - is making - will make#but it’s not till just now that she’s figured into the picture #it’s not her #not really#but it’s her face and her voice and he’s been starved for both for so long#and when he looks over to the box where he knows she’s sitting #he can see her#just for a moment #not quite memory and not quite reality#smiling at him from across the room (via lyricalprose)
It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it, but it’s a party! And you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But…but not because you’re possessive or it’s precisely sexual but because that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end. And it’s this secret world that exists right there in public unnoticed that no one knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s…that’s what I want out of a relationship or just life, I guess.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.