𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚, olive

                                    

                                          
❝ i'm so in love that i might stop breathing. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
"That I'm in love with you." And suddenly, I'm dead.
For a moment, I'm sure I've misheard him. My mind races, trying to process his words. Did he really just say he loves me? 
After everything we've been through, after the pain and confusion, he's standing here, telling me he loves me.
And suddenly, everything changes. Hearing him say he loves me feels like coming home.
I can feel a smile spreading across my face, and my eyes well up with tears, not of sadness, but of pure happiness. 
This is all I've wanted to hear, all I've needed to know.
I feel a sense of relief, as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can see the sincerity in his eyes, and that's enough for me.
In this moment, nothing else matters. Not the past, not the mistakes made, not the hurt. All that matters is that we love each other, and we have a chance to make things right. 
My heart feels like it's going to burst with happiness
I take a deep breath, savoring this feeling, this precious moment.
"Oh my God." He breathes out, seeming just as relieved as I. "I love you." He chuckles, looking at me, saying it in its actual form for the first time. "Oh my fucking hell." He laughs. "Olive." I don't think I've ever seen Pedri's smile this wide. "Olive, I fucking love you." 
I finally crack the laugh hearing the words. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He repeats over and over as he walks closer to me again and holds me up tight.
He lifts me in the air and spins me around along with him. "Stop it! I get dizzy!" I hit his back. He doesn't stop though, taking me for a few more spins before letting me down but not letting me go.
"I'm dizzy for you." He smiles idiotically.
"That makes zero sense, González." I laugh at his nonsense clingy flirty comment.
"Who cares? I love you." He's going to repeat it until I want to kill myself isn't he?
I stand there, wrapped between his arms. He's grinning like an idiot as he holds me. "Olive Maria Larsen El Helou-" He full names me and I cut him off.
"Let me guess," I frown my eyebrows and pretend to think. "You love me?" I fake a guess.
"No. I fucking love you so fucking much I'm gonna kiss you all fucking day and make love to you all night." I giggle before he presses his lips on my neck and starts kissing me all over as I laugh, wrapping my arms around him keeping him close to me.
"You gotta stop with the word fucking." I comment.
"I can't. I'm too fucking happy." He tells me. His lips disconnect themselves from my neck, leaving me a little disappointed. 
He keeps me in his embrace, just admiring me. I slightly blush, embarrassed at how much he makes me feel things.
No one has ever and will ever make me feel like he does. He's got me like no one else. "Olive." He starts, biting his lip as he stares. I shake my hand as a go on. "Move in with me." 
"What!? Are you insane!?" I exclaim, taken aback about his words. I was just expecting another I love you honestly. Never thought I'd say this.