twenty-five: elysian
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i love you to the moon and back
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maybe it's a little pathetic, but miku loves len.
she loves the way he would roll his eyes at her bad jokes, his warm blue gaze, and his long, slender fingers.
she loves the way his arms automatically settle onto her waist as if they belong there, his gentle touch, and his soft kisses that fill her up with gooey happiness.
she loves the way he would absentmindedly trail his fingers through her hair whilst reading a book, his quiet laugh, and his smile (small and barely there but so important and significant).
len and miku. miku and len. (she loves how their names fit together, like a pair made in heaven.)
she loves the way he'd be right next to her when she wakes up with trembling hands and wide, blinking eyes, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, his hands in her hair and breath tickling her ears as he pulls her into his embrace, whispering that it's okay, it's just a dream, everything's fine now.
as she takes deep calming breaths and buries her head in his shoulder (the scent of his shampoo and his hair brushing past her cheeks), she feels her heartbeat returning to normal and presses a smile onto his collarbone.
inside, she thinks: you're here. you're here. with me.
and that's all she needs, really.