"I enjoy the stars so very much because I was looking at them the moment that everything...the moment that everything just suddenly made sense," he says earnestly, softly. "It was as if every infinite possibility came rushing into my senses at once, and yet my mind was not overwhelmed, because I knew with my whole being that I was exactly where I belonged. With you."
His words are quiet as he continues to watch her dance, and it is obvious from his glances that he is studying the way that the fabric interacts with each movement, each leap and sway. And he is fascinated...he has never seen anything like this.
(The distraction is what is keeping him seated patiently on the end of the bed, though his attentions will shift eventually.)
"You look very mysterious, with the way it moves with you," he adds. "It is hard to predict, anticipate. Sometimes it goes this way..." he motions with his hand in one direction. "And then sometimes it switches."
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His words are quiet as he continues to watch her dance, and it is obvious from his glances that he is studying the way that the fabric interacts with each movement, each leap and sway. And he is fascinated...he has never seen anything like this.
(The distraction is what is keeping him seated patiently on the end of the bed, though his attentions will shift eventually.)
"You look very mysterious, with the way it moves with you," he adds. "It is hard to predict, anticipate. Sometimes it goes this way..." he motions with his hand in one direction. "And then sometimes it switches."