“I’m a tragedy” she said.
“I have yet to see anything beautiful that isn’t. Your story provides meaning and you wear it on your face with a delicate smile.”
He continued “Anyone can see you’re magic.”
“People don’t believe in magic” she says staring blankly past him.
He took her body into his folding her into his chest.
She could have heard him say “I do” a million times and her stomach would still drop each time his low voice rumbled in the dark.
He wasn’t her everything. Every other moment for her was numb, but his presence made her feel everything. The wind against the tiny hairs on her arms, the coolness of her breath as she spoke into the late-December air. Her heart beating fast and steady in her chest.
She didn’t need him every second, every minute, or every hour. Their connection was enough to last throughout distance, long silences, and all other loves they had yet to encounter.
That was the beauty of them, they never knew how to stop, and they never knew how to start.
It was all so endless. The most beautiful infinity I had ever seen.