„Warm hands brushed my hair back with reverence, a finger smoothing across my jaw, the shell of my ear. But I would never know if it was really the prince or the hands of sleep. And when someone whispered, I knew you could do it, I would never know if the words were real, or just what I’d wished for years that someone would say” 🥲 im loving these two together
— May 20, 2024 12:52PM
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