Written Love

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The city stretched beneath them, a sea of twinkling lights, each one flickering like a distant dream. But up here, standing on the rooftop, the only thing that mattered was the way he looked at her—the way his fingers brushed against hers as if testing the boundaries of something unspoken.

"Did you ever think we'd end up here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He exhaled softly, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. "Honestly? No. I thought I'd spend my life running from things I didn't understand—especially love."

She turned to him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "And now?"

He studied her for a moment before reaching out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, brushing her skin, making her heart stutter.

"Now, I think love isn't something to run from. It's something to chase."

Her breath hitched.

"You make it sound so easy," she murmured.

He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, trust me. Nothing about you is easy."

She gasped in mock offense, shoving him playfully. "Excuse me?"

He laughed, catching her wrist before she could pull away. His grip was gentle yet firm, his thumb absentmindedly tracing over her skin.

"I mean it in the best way," he admitted. "You're… a storm. Unpredictable and wild. And I think I'm just a fool standing in the rain, hoping to get struck by lightning."

Her heart clenched at the honesty in his voice.

"That's the most poetic way anyone has ever called me a pain in the ass," she teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

His grin widened. "You're welcome."

They stood there for a moment, the silence between them charged, heavy with unspoken feelings.

Then, suddenly, he tugged her hand. "Come on. I have one more surprise for you."

She raised an eyebrow, amused. "Another one? You're really spoiling me tonight."

He smirked. "Only because you deserve it."

(A Love Letter in the Sky)

The drive took them far from the city, past the glowing streetlights and into the quiet darkness of the countryside. She didn't ask where they were going—she trusted him.

Eventually, he pulled onto a dirt road, leading them to an open field. The kind of place where the sky stretched endlessly, untouched by the artificial glow of the city.

She stepped out of the car, glancing around. "Okay, mystery man, what now?"

He grabbed a blanket from the trunk and held out his hand. "Come with me."

She took it without hesitation, following him to the middle of the field. He spread the blanket out on the grass, then lay down, patting the spot beside him.

She hesitated for only a second before joining him.

The sky above them was breathtaking—a vast expanse of shimmering stars, so many more than she had ever seen from the city.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

He turned his head slightly, watching her instead of the sky. "Yeah, it is."

She caught him staring and felt a flutter in her stomach.

"You brought me here just to see the stars?" she asked.

"Not just that." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small notebook. "I wanted to show you something."

Curious, she took it and flipped it open.

Her name.

Over and over again, in different sizes and styles. Some scribbled hastily, others carefully written. There were words, unfinished thoughts, fragments of sentences, all leading back to her.

Her breath caught when she found one in particular:

"I don't know when it happened, but she became my favorite thought."

She swallowed hard. "You wrote all this?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically shy. "Yeah. Every time I tried to make sense of what I was feeling, it always came back to you."

Her chest tightened. "You could've just told me."

He let out a soft chuckle. "You say that like it's easy."

She flipped through more pages, taking in the raw honesty scrawled in ink. "This... this is a love letter, isn't it?"

His fingers brushed against hers, hesitant yet firm. "I guess you could call it that."

She turned to him, meeting his gaze. There was something vulnerable in his eyes, something that made her pulse stutter.

"You once told me love is a language," she murmured. "I think this is yours."

His grip on her fingers tightened. "And I think you're the only one who understands it."

The weight of his words settled between them, heavy and real.

She wasn't sure who moved first, but suddenly his lips were on hers, soft and warm, a confession in every kiss.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate.

It was slow, deep, filled with every unsaid word, every lingering touch.

When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his, her fingers still tangled in his.

"You really suck at keeping secrets, you know," she whispered.

He grinned, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Not anymore."

She smiled, closing her eyes.

And under a sky full of stars, they wrote their love story in the only way that mattered—

With hearts wide open.

The warmth of his lips still lingered against hers, a silent confession neither of them needed to put into words. As they lay on the blanket beneath the endless sky, she felt something shift between them—something deeper, something undeniable.

For the first time in a long time, she wasn't afraid of what came next.

He exhaled a soft chuckle, his fingers tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand. "You know, I was terrified of this."

She turned her head to look at him. "Of what?"

"Of us. Of what it meant to feel this way about someone." His voice was quiet, thoughtful. "I spent so much time convincing myself I was better off alone, that love would just complicate things."

She gave him a teasing smile. "And now?"

He smirked, squeezing her hand. "Now, I think I was a damn fool."

She laughed, the sound light and full of warmth. "Took you long enough to figure that out."

His gaze softened as he reached up, brushing a thumb along her cheek. "I guess I just needed you to prove me wrong."

A comfortable silence settled between them as they watched the stars twinkle above.

Then, as if struck by a thought, she turned on her side to face him. "Hey… have you ever thought about what the future looks like?"

He tilted his head. "With you?"

She nodded, her heart beating a little faster.

He was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. But then, he exhaled a breath and smiled—one of those rare, genuine smiles that made her insides turn to mush.

"I think it looks like us still doing things like this. Staying up too late, driving to random places, arguing over what song to play next."

She laughed softly. "That sounds accurate."

"And I think…" He hesitated, his voice dropping to something more intimate. "I think it looks like waking up next to you every morning. Like building something real, something that lasts."

Her heart clenched, overwhelmed by the weight of his words.

"You mean that?" she whispered.

He turned on his side too, closing the distance between them. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't."

Her throat tightened as she reached out, threading her fingers through his. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment. "Then I'll make sure you never have to doubt it again."

She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the warmth of his touch.

Maybe love wasn't something to be feared.

Maybe, just maybe, it was written in the stars all along.

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