I fell for you, and you just smiled, because you knew.
Something has to be amiss. He is sure of it. Either his past will come back and knock him off his feet, or he will do something to scare you off. There is no real hope for this to last without blood and sweat, because he knows the story of his life all too well. You have been given to him, only to be taken away, only to spite him into never forgetting that he wished for a story greater than anything before, never fully grasping that he might just get it, and that perhaps that very same tale will one day kill him. He cannot even phantom that someone could become so important in such a short period of time, and he wonders if he fell in love in an instant, can he fall out of it with equal speed? The present makes him shiver, and the sheer thought of the future makes him tremble, yet as you hold his hand, somehow the voices quiet down and the world stops spinning - even if for just a moment.
