ShushanEduth

They are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, watching a movie. It's an old couch, bought secondhand, but she's proud of it. The first set of furniture that is all her own. The movie doesn't matter, it isn't one that interests her, she only watches it because it is a favourite of his. It has been a long week and she is falling asleep where she sits when she feels something on her hand. A comfortable and familiar feeling, his fingers twining with hers. She has missed it, but cannot remember why it has been gone. With their hands linked, he tugs and draws her over to his side of the couch. She cuddles up to his side, his arm around her shou

It breaks my heart to see yours shattered, and still you care more about how the tears shimmer in my eyes than the ones that are streaming down your cheeks. Still you see yourself as they do, why can't you see yourself through my eyes? Magnificent