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He used to take you driving around the dark streets of New York, it would be late at night, just the two of you. The windows rolled halfway down as the wind blew through your hair.
You would feel his eyes on you, looking at him and wondering is he real? It’s a question you’ve always had in the back of your mind. Surely, someone who treats you this good can’t actually be something more than just a figment of your imagination.
Night after the other, you would find yourself waiting for these late night rendezvous, away from the public eye and the crowded streets. You weren’t ready to be seen yet and neither was he.
Sometimes, when you were feeling really brave, you would venture out into the world together in broad daylight, being extra cautious of what you did. It was hard; not being able to touch each other however you pleased but it was better than having to be bombarded by paparazzi.
Press tour had started, which meant you had to be traveling around a lot. You found yourselves in Italy, the hot and sunny days required extra light clothing. A sundress adorned your curves as you walked the quiet street, holding his hand as he guided you back to your shared hotel room.
You looked beautiful, he thought as he started undressing you, taking his time to memorize each and every part of your body, working his way up to your lips. He tasted like cigarettes. Not that he was a heavy smoker but the occasional relief was necessary every now and then to calm his nerves.
You were lying in bed now, with your limbs entwined with each other, his hand stroking your hair. The question still lingers and you find yourself sharing your thoughts with him.
“Are you real?” You ask him, not really expecting him to answer but he does “Only when I’m with you.” You’re thinking that this is probably the best thing to ever happen to you under such unexpected circumstances.
His hand is still in your hair and it’s quiet again. Before you met him, you were never one for comfortable silence, but now it comes as naturally as ever. You don’t mind it. In fact, you’d be willing to spend the rest of your life in silence if it meant you’d be spending it with him.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words come out from his lips suddenly. “Whenever i see you i can only ever think about one thing.”
You’re intrigued “And that is?” You inquire. “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He says and you stare at him, like a deer caught in headlights. How does he always manage to make you feel like a little girl who just found out what it’s like to fall in love?
“Timothée...” you softly whisper after what felt like an eternity of silence. “I love you.” Dropping it on him but you feel relief wash over you when he cups your cheek and pulls you in for a big kiss.
“I love you.” He says it back, going in for another kiss.
Suddenly coming to the realization that everything you’ve ever done was for him, everything that you’ve said and done has led you to this moment, has led you to him. Heaven is a place on earth when you’re with him.
They say that the world was built for two and it’s only worth living in knowing that he loves you. Shutting your eyes at the thought, you move closer to him as his arms wrap around your bare back, nuzzling your face in his neck before going to sleep.
“I love you so much.” He whispers, knowing you can’t hear him but wishing he could scream it off of every rooftop.