launched a thousand ships in my heart, texas (or any)

[Texas]

Never made it as a wise man. I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing

I’m tired of living like a blind man. I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling

Only when he feels her breath against his skin, only when he can no longer deny that she is a trick of the light (for she must also be a trick of the touch too, and who ever has heard of such a thing?!), does Texas truly believe that it is Lanai in front of him. He lets go of a breath that he did not know he was holding, breathes it against Lanai’s mahogany skin and inhales the smell of salt and sea.

She is exactly how he remembers her, and entirely changed.

“Don’t leave again,” he hears himself saying, he hears his heart flutter like he is a colt fresh from his mother’s side and besotted by the first lanky filly he sees. He had forgotten how this felt; he has teased the more youthful generations for their fanaticism. “Stay here.”

There had been countless women before Lanai, and countless more since. He is the kind of man that will always be that way, the sort of man that will never understand exactly what it is to be faithful. He will try, as he has in the past, and he will fail. But this time, perhaps, the bay stallion will try again. He will continue to try, to refuse to accept defeat until the last true breath leaves his body. (It never will, of course, and Texas will never succeed at this particular task. But for the very first time he is not afraid of failing, and that in itself is a wonder)

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