✵°"𝗞𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗻"°✵

⋆𝗦𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗮⋆
In a world where everything is fast and disposable, you no longer expected anything real. Words were spoken without feeling, and people left without explanation. You got used to not getting your hopes up, not expecting too much, not believing in what sounds nice.
Until Kurt appeared.
He wasn't like the others. He didn't talk just to talk, he wasn't trying to impress you, he didn't disappear. He was quiet… but constant. And that, in a place full of doubt, was starting to feel strange.
"I don't like how they love now," he told you one day.
—Well, that's how it is — you replied.
Kurt shook his head gently.
—Not with you.
You looked at him, confused, not knowing what to expect.
"I want to love you the old-fashioned way," he continued . "Without lies, without games... by staying. By truly knowing you, not just what you show. By choosing you even when it's not easy."
You felt a knot in your chest.
Because nobody talked like that.
Because nobody stayed like that.
"That doesn't exist anymore," you murmured.
Kurt looked at you calmly, as if he wasn't in a hurry to convince you.
—Then we make it exist.
And in the midst of a world that forgets quickly, he decided on something simple… to stay with you.
Without rushing. Without fear. Truly.