"

He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.

And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.

"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.

And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.

"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries."

"

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -"Strawberries" (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

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"I feel numb and dumb, and unable to lay hands on any words."

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"If you don’t fight for what you want, how can you cry for what you lost."

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