[The return of that closeness is a relief. Tifa had, for a moment, been afraid that she had done something to upset him or to trigger the thought, so when his forehead meets hers, she closes her eyes and sighs along with him.
As he continues though, she feels that familiar pull on her heart—the kind that makes it ache and hurt with guilt. Not simply because he had been feeling this way, but because it was a shared thing between the two of them, and neither of them thought to say it until he finally did. She should have known better... Should have seen the signs earlier, or maybe just not pushed him to let her in at all until they had figured it all out, but...
This, right here—the physical touch, this closeness and intimacy is their language. Their way of telling one another and reiterating their feelings when those words are difficult to form.
She shakes her head, and she does lean up to sneak in a kiss, wanting to capture those thoughts away from him.]
I never thought that. I... I wanted all of this, too. I'm not the greatest with words, but I needed you to know that I'm here, that I love you. No matter what. Saying it just... it didn't feel like it was enough.
[They never are to truly convey the depth of her feelings for him. She could wax poetic for days about it, write poems and music and shout them all from the rooftops so he would understand, but it never felt enough for her.
It never would be.
It's too deep to simply spin a few nice-sounding sentences together to tell him how much she means it all.
...
....]
But you're right.
[As much as she hates to admit it, she felt like they were running away from the real problems this time. Tifa knew they would have to face them eventually and was happy to put off the inevitable for just a little longer. To savour the warmth and the relief and happiness and love that came with it...]
I thought about that, too. I wondered if I should feel guilty about it. Like I was trying to run away from it... [Quickly, realizing how that sounds, she adds on:] That's not the case, though. I wasn't doing it for that.
[Case in point: she's not good with words when it comes to her own feelings.]
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As he continues though, she feels that familiar pull on her heart—the kind that makes it ache and hurt with guilt. Not simply because he had been feeling this way, but because it was a shared thing between the two of them, and neither of them thought to say it until he finally did. She should have known better... Should have seen the signs earlier, or maybe just not pushed him to let her in at all until they had figured it all out, but...
This, right here—the physical touch, this closeness and intimacy is their language. Their way of telling one another and reiterating their feelings when those words are difficult to form.
She shakes her head, and she does lean up to sneak in a kiss, wanting to capture those thoughts away from him.]
I never thought that. I... I wanted all of this, too. I'm not the greatest with words, but I needed you to know that I'm here, that I love you. No matter what. Saying it just... it didn't feel like it was enough.
[They never are to truly convey the depth of her feelings for him. She could wax poetic for days about it, write poems and music and shout them all from the rooftops so he would understand, but it never felt enough for her.
It never would be.
It's too deep to simply spin a few nice-sounding sentences together to tell him how much she means it all.
...
....]
But you're right.
[As much as she hates to admit it, she felt like they were running away from the real problems this time. Tifa knew they would have to face them eventually and was happy to put off the inevitable for just a little longer. To savour the warmth and the relief and happiness and love that came with it...]
I thought about that, too. I wondered if I should feel guilty about it. Like I was trying to run away from it... [Quickly, realizing how that sounds, she adds on:] That's not the case, though. I wasn't doing it for that.
[Case in point: she's not good with words when it comes to her own feelings.]