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You looked me with such tenderness behind your eyes that I fought the urge to run so much my hands trembled. You thought I was just nervous, but it was for all the wrong reasons. For once in my life I am certain of something, I never have to be afraid of you hurting me. You’re so sure of how you feel, you forget that I haven’t dropped my sword. My armour still stands, although the warmth of your embrace may melt the metal.
Anonymous (via femharel)
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