Romantic/Fluff Sentence Starters!

Have u ever looked at someone and hope they stay in your life forever

“When we first met, you and I, you asked me a question,” he said. “Yes, I did,” she replied with a slight smirk appearing on her face. “We were at a party. I was throwing up in the bathroom and you stumbled in, drunk and quite crazy looking. You asked me what the point of it all was. You said everything hurt. That everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault. You were crying, hard, and you looked at me and asked me what the point was. And I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t know. I still don’t know.” She let out a small laugh and bumped his leg with her knee. She took a deep breath and spoke. “You see, when we first met, I was heartbroken. I just got dumped, my mom hated me, I thought I had no one. I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore,” she told him quietly. “Well what about now?” he questioned. “Well now,” she spoke again, louder this time, “now I’m happy. I have you, my best friend. My mom doesn’t hate me. I haven’t fucked anything up in a while. But it won’t stay like this forever. Because I’m going to mess up again and you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you and then we’ll love each other. Maybe we’ll end up together in the long run or maybe I’ll end up wishing you would drop off of the planet. What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent. You won’t be happy forever but you also won’t be sad forever. Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so. The point is, that there is no point. So live however the hell you want to. We’re all destined to the same inevitable ending.”

- An excerpt from a book I’ll never write #8 (via thisvastlove)

“You know,” they said softly. “Something about you always makes me think that everything is going to be okay. You asked me once what I believed in - you.” They gave the other a hopelessly fond look, a smile crossing their lips, laughed. “I think I actually believe in you. It’s very irritating, I sort of want to punch myself in the face.” 

The other’s brain had stopped working around the point of the first sentence. “Please don’t punch yourself in the face,” they managed. Just about. “It’s a nice face. I like that face.” 

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Cristian Sanchez

Prompt #141

He reached into his pocket, gritting his teeth and avoiding all eye contact. She watched carefully, twisting the blade between her fingers every few minutes. At first he though it was impatience, but he quickly came to realise that it was in fact regret. She didn’t want to be the one to do this…

// My darlings, I’ve stared watching shadow hunters and my brain is going gaywire. They’re all so hot, like how??? //

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