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she whispers. "hey." "hm?" "you're my boulder." he chuckles. "what?" "you're my boulder. you're stronger than a rock. you're the one who keeps me from losing myself. you're the one who keeps me grounded. you are my boulder." he grimaces. "but if i'm a boulder then i'd crush you...i would hurt you." she laughs quietly. "well then, you're a gentle boulder. soft and fluffy and all that stuff." he stifles a laugh. "so do i just have a bunch of fluffy green moss growing on me?" she nods. "you're my big, gentle, sweet, moss-covered boulder." he smirks. "well... then i guess you're my pebble." she looks into his eyes. "how so?" "you're my pebble. you're small but not easy to break. you're seemingly fragile but you're stronger than you look. you're part of me and you're the one who can either break me or make me whole. you are my pebble." she smiles and he wraps his soft green sweatshirt that he's wearing around her shoulders. "mine." she murmurs. "my boulder." he whispers. "my pebble." and finally, both of them are found as they gaze at the stars and into each other's eyes.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
the boulder and the pebble
she whispers. "hey." "hm?" "you're my boulder." he chuckles. "what?" "you're my boulder. you're stronger than a rock. you're the one who keeps me from losing myself. you're the one who keeps me grounded. you are my boulder." he grimaces. "but if i'm a boulder then i'd crush you...i would hurt you." she laughs quietly. "well then, you're a gentle boulder. soft and fluffy and all that stuff." he stifles a laugh. "so do i just have a bunch of fluffy green moss growing on me?" she nods. "you're my big, gentle, sweet, moss-covered boulder." he smirks. "well... then i guess you're my pebble." she looks into his eyes. "how so?" "you're my pebble. you're small but not easy to break. you're seemingly fragile but you're stronger than you look. you're part of me and you're the one who can either break me or make me whole. you are my pebble." she smiles and he wraps his soft green sweatshirt that he's wearing around her shoulders. "mine." she murmurs. "my boulder." he whispers. "my pebble." and finally, both of them are found as they gaze at the stars and into each other's eyes.
A small scene that popped into my head...just something short and sweet.
#love#stars#couple#boulder#pebble
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christine-pan
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
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