A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about the off time update, but I got it in for the week! Hope you like it!

Curious how you don't notice a thing until it's not there, or even, until it's presented to you. And just like that he hadn't known what he didn't have, or rather, what he did have, until he walked into that room.

It might not make sense, it's one of those things that often don't, and it certainly didn't to him. He couldn't figure out what was making him feel this way. He loved her, he knew he did, but when he looked at her the old feelings didn't stir. Her grey eyes were questioning, and he wasn't falling into them anymore.

Suggesting a break hurt him more than she could know. All he saw was a look of surprise, followed quickly by hurt, and he saw her withdraw. She never withdrew. Ever. From anything. Certainly not from him. It was a punch to the gut.

He almost reversed it right there, but she just nodded silently and walked out before he could say anything. Those grey eyes were filled with tears and he felt like an absolute piece of shit.

The week went by in a way that was neither fast nor slow. He coasted, drifted, thinking. Thinking mostly about her, about what was wrong with him that her eyes didn't excite him like they used to, about how her lips didn't electrify.

He knew he loved her.

But was he in love with her?

The question scared him. The answer had always been yes.

"It happens" he was told. "It's unfortunate, but what can you do?"

He didn't want to hurt her.

"But you can't do that to yourself either" was the response.

One week. One week without seeing her, talking to her, interacting with her. One week.

He wasn't sure how he felt anymore, he wasn't even sure that he missed her. Everyone had something to say, the words all crammed into his head, unhelpful and overbearing to his mind.

He went on a walk that last day, as if the clear air would brush it all aside and give him some clarity. A brisk day even though the sun was out.

He should break up with her.

He walked into the room.

And there she was, sitting quietly, waiting. He blonde hair a slightly tangled mess, a worn faded shirt and shorts. It was just so her.

Before he could open his mouth, he caught her eyes.

Those grey eyes.

And it was like a blast of warmth entered his body. Memories, laughs, fights, kisses, all flashing by in an instant, warming him up, leaving nothing left but love.

Those stunning grey eyes.

He wasn't falling into them. He was seeing them. Seeing them for what they were, what they had, what they had built up.

Warmth had entered his soul and he hadn't even known he was cold. He hadn't known.

With the most clarity in weeks, he strode forward, his heart melting as he went, until he was right in front of her.

The question couldn't even leave her lips before he had placed his there.

The kiss was not electrifying. It was warm. It was comfort.

It was the feeling of coming home.

A/N: So what did you think? I wanted to write on the concept of a different kind of love. A settled, comfort kind of love, that isn't new and exciting but old and warm. At some point in a relationship, things won't feel the same as they used to. But that's not a bad thing, everything changes, and so does a relationship, into a more comfortable, homey kind of love that simply exists and brings happiness in its simplicity.

I hope you liked the concept! Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

And as always, thanks for reading!

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