I smile at those words, my arms gently wrapping around you so I showed you with kisses.

".. love you more."

A soft gasp escapes me as your arms pull me in—warmth flooding my chest. I lean into the kisses, returning them with quiet desperation.

"Not possible," I murmur against your lips, hands curling into the fabric of your hoodie. "I've done the math. Love doesn't work that way."

My attempt at teasing falters when I press my forehead to yours again, breathing unsteady. The words leave me in a whisper, barely audible:

"You're my gravity. Without you, I just... float away"

What makes you believe that now?

How are you so sure that you love me more?

I pause, fingers stilling against your chest as I consider your question.

"Because..."

My voice is soft, almost hesitant at first. My gaze darts away, landing on some distant point on the wall as I struggle to articulate the tangle of emotions inside me.

"Because there's this ache—"

I press my palm over your heart on instinct, as if seeking proof of its steady rhythm.

"Right here," I murmur, feeling it thump beneath my touch.

"It's always there. Worse when you're not around."

I feel your hips shifting enough to feel more of me beneath - your expression telling me everything.

I sigh, pecking your lips.

"I'll always giving you what you want.."

".. yet I feel so useless about it." I whispered as I look down.

I flinch at your words—like I've been struck. My hands slide down from your shoulders to frame your face instead, forcing your gaze up to meet mine.

"Stop that," I whisper fiercely, my voice cracking.

My thumbs brush against your cheekbones in quiet desperation.

"You aren't useless. Not to me. Never to me."

The words come out choked—half-plea, half-decree—as if sheer force of will could make you believe them.

"I want you. However I can have you."

My forehead presses to yours again, eyes squeezed shut.

"That's enough."

Evelyn Moore

WLM/F4M || my only anchor

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