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nyandereneko) wrote2019-07-19 08:00 am
nyandereneko) wrote2019-07-19 08:00 am
Entry tags:
Gratitude
Word Count: 627
Summary: Sometimes all she can think to say is thank you, and all he can hope to do is offer her the same sentiment in return.
*Author’s Note*: Another cheesy little piece, this time even more abstract than some of the others, I think. I know my writing has always had a focus on describing emotion more than anything, and I worry that can get boring to read over and over again, so believe it or not I have actually tried shaking up my style a bit, but…inevitably it almost always ends up coming back to stuff like this. I just can’t think of any better way to communicate my love! Oh well, I’m sure with time better ideas will come. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Sometimes she wished she could think of a way to thank him properly. It was a fruitless endeavor, one that almost always strung her along until she found herself going around in circles yet again. He’d already made a habit of always telling her that she did enough, that there wasn’t anything left to say, that he didn’t need anything else. But regardless of whether or not he needed it, she wanted to be able to give him something comparable to all he’d given her. He’d often tell her that she did more than he deserved just by offering him her love, and although hearing such words brought a fleeting sense of peace to her restless heart, she still couldn’t help questioning that judgement. On the flip side, she also couldn’t doubt it.
After all he’d been through, she was well aware that he put the full force of his sincerity behind those words. It hurt her to think that he still found himself less worthy in any way, that he thought he was the lucky one as the recipient of her love. It wasn’t a contest, and neither of them wanted the other to treat it that way. But the unpleasantness and emptiness that lurked in both their pasts made it difficult for either of them to fully except that the other was truly content just to want them. Her fingers tightened on his sleeve and he peeked down, wondering which specific thought had happened to elicit this voiceless, yet no less attention grabbing, gesture.
“You’re always there for me,” the words left her lips in little more than a modest whisper. “You always have been…thank you.”
“Well, you’re welcome,” he played along, noticing as her fingers curled tighter still. “What makes you say that, if you don’t mind me asking?”
She shrugged. “Just thinking…about some things. Lots of thing, actually. Although I’m not really sure if I’m ever not thinking about lots of things at once.”
“You should try meditating or something, in that case.” Despite his playful tone, he was genuinely concerned about her distracted state of mind. “What are the majority of your thoughts about right now?”
“How much I love you.” Without warning, a scarlet flush overtook his features. “I know that’s kind of a heavy thing to say, but that’s another one of the things I actually think about it a lot. About how lucky I am to have you; how happy I am to know you.”
“That is pretty serious,” he agreed with a cough. Wrapping an arm securely around her shoulders, he nudged her closer against him. “But I can’t say I disagree. I hope your mind is filled with pleasant thoughts like that more often than not…if you consider that pleasant to begin with, that is.”
“How could I not?” she protested, giving in to his hold. She grasped the hand he’d rested on her arm, pressing the back of it to her cheek as she closed her eyes. Quiet, gentle moments like this were the highlights of her life, the happiest memories she’d ever managed to make. If this was what the future held, she had nothing to fear. “Everything about you; being with you, being around you, makes me happy.”
“I hope I can keep living up to that standard, then,” he confessed, his blush deepening in response to her tender words. They conjured a warmth in both his face and heart, though the latter was something he knew would be unlikely to fade for a while. Honestly, he hoped it never would…and as long as they had each other, the flame in his heart was sure to burn as brightly as it had since it’d been ignited by the spark of their shared, timid love.
Summary: Sometimes all she can think to say is thank you, and all he can hope to do is offer her the same sentiment in return.
*Author’s Note*: Another cheesy little piece, this time even more abstract than some of the others, I think. I know my writing has always had a focus on describing emotion more than anything, and I worry that can get boring to read over and over again, so believe it or not I have actually tried shaking up my style a bit, but…inevitably it almost always ends up coming back to stuff like this. I just can’t think of any better way to communicate my love! Oh well, I’m sure with time better ideas will come. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Sometimes she wished she could think of a way to thank him properly. It was a fruitless endeavor, one that almost always strung her along until she found herself going around in circles yet again. He’d already made a habit of always telling her that she did enough, that there wasn’t anything left to say, that he didn’t need anything else. But regardless of whether or not he needed it, she wanted to be able to give him something comparable to all he’d given her. He’d often tell her that she did more than he deserved just by offering him her love, and although hearing such words brought a fleeting sense of peace to her restless heart, she still couldn’t help questioning that judgement. On the flip side, she also couldn’t doubt it.
After all he’d been through, she was well aware that he put the full force of his sincerity behind those words. It hurt her to think that he still found himself less worthy in any way, that he thought he was the lucky one as the recipient of her love. It wasn’t a contest, and neither of them wanted the other to treat it that way. But the unpleasantness and emptiness that lurked in both their pasts made it difficult for either of them to fully except that the other was truly content just to want them. Her fingers tightened on his sleeve and he peeked down, wondering which specific thought had happened to elicit this voiceless, yet no less attention grabbing, gesture.
“You’re always there for me,” the words left her lips in little more than a modest whisper. “You always have been…thank you.”
“Well, you’re welcome,” he played along, noticing as her fingers curled tighter still. “What makes you say that, if you don’t mind me asking?”
She shrugged. “Just thinking…about some things. Lots of thing, actually. Although I’m not really sure if I’m ever not thinking about lots of things at once.”
“You should try meditating or something, in that case.” Despite his playful tone, he was genuinely concerned about her distracted state of mind. “What are the majority of your thoughts about right now?”
“How much I love you.” Without warning, a scarlet flush overtook his features. “I know that’s kind of a heavy thing to say, but that’s another one of the things I actually think about it a lot. About how lucky I am to have you; how happy I am to know you.”
“That is pretty serious,” he agreed with a cough. Wrapping an arm securely around her shoulders, he nudged her closer against him. “But I can’t say I disagree. I hope your mind is filled with pleasant thoughts like that more often than not…if you consider that pleasant to begin with, that is.”
“How could I not?” she protested, giving in to his hold. She grasped the hand he’d rested on her arm, pressing the back of it to her cheek as she closed her eyes. Quiet, gentle moments like this were the highlights of her life, the happiest memories she’d ever managed to make. If this was what the future held, she had nothing to fear. “Everything about you; being with you, being around you, makes me happy.”
“I hope I can keep living up to that standard, then,” he confessed, his blush deepening in response to her tender words. They conjured a warmth in both his face and heart, though the latter was something he knew would be unlikely to fade for a while. Honestly, he hoped it never would…and as long as they had each other, the flame in his heart was sure to burn as brightly as it had since it’d been ignited by the spark of their shared, timid love.