RAIN
"Don't cry my love," Liam wipes my tears and I bite my lip, trying to control the emotions coursing through me.
"You are crying too," I sniffle, cupping his face in my hands.
"I am? I am sorry baby," he whispers, closing his eyes under my touch.
I lean our foreheads together, as I snake my hands around his neck. "Thank- thank you."
"There is no need for that between us," he looks at me, our faces so close. "You don't ever have to thank me or tell me sorry."
"But I … why?"
"I already know love. I already know everything so don't say it. Me and you don't need those words," he threads his fingers with mine and puts them on his heart. "I know it here."
Words shouldn't be this powerful. I shouldn't be swayed or melt inside when I hear these words. But I do because they aren't just coming from anyone.
It's Liam. He is telling me these things and meaning it.