ESITAZIONE

I covered his mouth.

It’s still as soft as the first time I’ve touched - kissed it. (accidentally)

He eyed me warily, together with everyone inside the quiet coffee shop. It even became “quieter”.

All were eager to know what in the world was the commotion.

I was embarrassed.

Flushed face.

Not a single movement done.

Hesitant to give in to what he just shouted in front of all these strangers.

After the longest minute of my life,

I shoot my eyes on him. Disappointed? Maybe. Shocked? That’s one way to put it.

Why, Why did he said that? But, more eminently, why the hell did I stop him?

When all he said was, “I love you, so fucking much.”

Meanwhile...

  • Sherlock: YOU FAKED YOUR DEATH?
  • Moriarty: YEAH
  • Sherlock: DUDE ME TOO
  • Moriarty: OH MY GOD
  • *HIGH FIVE*
  • *Theme music plays*

collegehumor:

notforbreakfast:

The Font Conference. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3k5oY9AHHM

This video wasn’t long enough,

so we made it double-spaced.

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