"I'm in love with you, not much can hurt more than that."

Her voice is soft, like rain falling. Her voice is resigned, like a dying man's. Her voice is hers, and that is what you notice the most of all.

You reach out with your finger tips. They shake slightly, unsure of themselves. You try to touch her. You can't. It makes you-

Angry.

Annoyed.

Frustrated.

Sad?

You look at her, and try and tell yourself she isn't the most breathtaking, contradictorybeauty you have ever seen. She is soft, but hard. Wise, yet naïve. Loving, yet vicious. Everything to you, while being nothing at all.

You kiss her, and the world ends. You both don't notice.

You hold her, and the world is fixed once more.

You are in love with her, and you are surprised to find that she was wrong.

It doesn't hurt.

Not that much.

A/N: EXACTALLY 150 WORDS! This was a writing challenge to myself. Try and write a quick love story in 150 words. It is harder than it looks. I like this, I am very proud of my work. I would love it if you reviewed. You may have any cookie you like. Points to the Infinite Cookie Jar