I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song
06-16-2013, 12:56 AM
She had not expected her ebony night to react in such a way to her words. His eyes widened and she was almost sure she had said something wrong. It had been all the truth in her eyes, and she meant it. She wanted to spend the rest of her days with him. If she wanted the type of relationship she wished with him they'd have to think about a family eventually. She could easily envision their offspring running around her feet. Spitting images of their parents. She loved the thought of it, but her fear made its way into the back of her mind. He stuttered a reply to her as the same thoughts ran through his head. She grew a slight blush as she realized how much she had thrown him off with those simple words. "Well I just thought..." She wasn't even sure how she was going to respond to him. His emotions were so masked by surprise she was very much afraid that she had pushed their conversation too far. "I'm sorry if I'm rushing myself" Her gaze fell as she waited for him to do something. Would he run for the hills as the thought of this future. "talking" |