SPIDER-MAN.

Anonymous said: Tell me about your first love

MEME | Accepting!

There are a million ways to describe his FIRST LOVE.

————— Here are FIVE.

She is the girl with flaxen hair and emerald eyes. Her sunlit smile alone
could cut through thunderstorms and rain clouds, so shamelessly radiant
that she isn’t even aware of it. He spent hours memorizing her geography,
where the curve of her neck meets her beautiful face, the roses in her cheeks
when she blushes, the quiet look of adoration she only ever reserved for him.
He has so completely enamored himself with her entire being that he has
committed her to MEMORY, so that he can remember eternally what
beauty is (Because lord forbid if he ever forgot).

She is the best in class, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Her natural
prowess on formulas and hypothesis is unmatched, making children’s games
out of essays. She’s invincible on any equation, unfazed by trick questions
or defeatist answers. She is WITNESS to all his late excuses in the morning, all
his missteps and miscalculations; teasing him unabashed and unconstrained,
forcing him to teeter on the edges of nervous and wreck (Because defeat is not
an option, because only half-way is not an option, because when they are both
in class, they form a treacherous duo).

She is romantic gestures and tiny details. She makes it a point to never forget a
name, and from the moment he met her, he was in trouble. (Or was it the other
way around?) She’s late night movies and family dinners, coffee-shop meetups
and dates taken downtown. She’s 4am phone calls, 5am treks across the city
and 6am sunrises. She’s memories cherished by artists and poets. Insignificant,
delicate statements made on the couch or on a rooftop at the last slivers of night.
(I’m sorry, goodbye, It’s okay, promise?, promise, I love you).

She is human, pain and sadness and grief and all, cursed with a heart that breaks
quietly. Subject to drinking from a fountain that PROMISED too much, watching with
a brave face when he walks in bruised and bleeding, his limp body laid at her feet.
The dry burn of her eyes sting, and it feels like smoke and ash is trapped in her
lungs. Nights spent by his admonitions, wearing sleeplessness a cowl, her grieving
forgiveness like a saint’s blessing, when she wraps porcelain hands around his
head (neck, shoulders, body, heart).

❝ Gwen Stacy. ❞

She is the girl who more than loved him: she held him, healed him, laughed
with him, laughed at him, cried for him, waited for him, kissed him until all the
ghosts stayed quiet so they could witness light bend. And she was the best part
of Peter Parker’s life.

(He was the last part in hers).

5 years ago with 6 notes

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