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... So here I am underneath the crisp, white sheets, staring at her.
The light of the new day has hit my left eye as I squint and breathe the salty, fresh air into my nostrils. Nothing- and I mean nothing- is better than waking up like this.
In spite of all the decisions I've made in my life, this has to be the best one.
Contemplating. Pondering. Thinking deeply.
I unwind my arm from under her waist, careful not to wake her. She quietly and sluggishly stirs.
How the hell did I get this far? I can candidly say I don't know.
I guess it all instigated with friendship. Collage. That night.
She was my incentive, so reticent, perspicacious, and astute. In other words, so out of my league. But I couldn't care less. Although I knew of my obvious inferiority, that was not an obstacle in my mind. I was a decent student with all A's but a couple of B's, here and there. I'd say I had a chance with the smart girl.
God, am I glad that I took that chance? Don't answer that. It was rhetorical. But on a serious note, I'm glad I took that chance because, if I hadn't, I would be where I am today, right here.
Contemplating. Pondering. Thinking deeply.
We seem insular in this room, cut out of the world.
To me, she is perfection. My soul mate, best friend, a complement who keeps me grounded, calm and composed.
And sometimes, she can be the craziest, most psychotic bitch. But I don't give a shit. I love her. Nothing can ruin her perfection. Nothing can eliminate her from my life. Nothing.
.-.
Girls say they get butterflies when they fall in love. I do not know if Taani got butterflies when she fell in love with me. I never asked her. All I know is that I loved her first. Yes, yes I did.
Do boys get butterflies? No. I confess we do not. We get fireworks. Yes. Fireworks.
No, we don't think about you, girls, all the time. You are not constantly on our minds. You are locked safely in our hearts.
The moment when you steal a brief glance at us, our hearts skip a beat. That moment you get online, or send a rare text or tweet, you give us premature ventricular contractions.
When you talk to us, we get a glimpse of a smile. That famous half-smile. We're showing you a peek of happiness, but we do not want to show it. Yet, we fail to hide it. We think of every word you say. Examine it, trying to decipher a message. We're just as much as confused about you as you are about us.
Once we begin to love a girl, there is no turning back. "No matter how hard we try we will always love a girl who touched us. We'll think of that girl first thing in the morning and right before we fall asleep. Whenever we see a couple, our thoughts immediately jump to that girl, and imagine that couple would be us/ we love everything about her; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her laughter. Her voice. The sparkle in her eyes. Her shy eyes. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she is asleep. And the way she says our name that our hearts just explode with mirth, a simple act that no one else can replicate"
"A man in love is no simple thing"
.-.
A moan interrupts my thoughts. I look to my right. Her lips parted and her hand lazily moves over to rest on my chest, right over my heart.
My arm reaches over and winds around her tiny waist. I pull her closer and kiss the top of her head.
"Rey?" she asks in a questioning manner but in a drowsy voice.
"Mhm. Who else would it be?" I chuckle and nuzzle her hair.
She giggles with her eyes closed and gives me a winning, golden smile. My half-smile slowly moves up and reaches my ears. She takes me high.
I tighten my hold on her and shower her with little kisses all over the side of her neck. I can't help but smile as she makes a glorious little sound.
I stop to quickly peck her lips. Her arms find their way around my neck as our noses touch.
Yeah, I am so high.
The look on her face and the narrowing of her eyebrows display a sense of disturbance. I trace the line of her vision to my arm.
"What's that? I've never noticed that before" she says quietly. Her index finger traces the wide scar on my arm.
"A scar. A bullet grazed my arm. If I was standing a foot to my left, I wouldn't be here"
She doesn't say anything, but hugs my torso tightly with her thin arms, kissing the side of my neck. I do the same for her. She breathes loudly as if almost breathing me in and says,
"You know I prayed for you"
"Thank you" I say as I kiss her forehead tenderly and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "you are the reason why I'm here. And thanks..." I repeat. "For waiting for me"
I served in the army two years, right after I graduated from college. I was sure I was going to do it, but at the same time, I wasn't. I was scared. Of dying. Little did I know that military during war consists of a lot of time in between battles. It gets very monotonous. Battles and bombing are more intense than they sound or what you may think of them as. Right after the bullet grazed my arm, I knew that I was blessed. And I missed her like hell.
"Hey, you waited for me too" she smiles. "It was worth it"
"I agree" I mumble.
"Your voice is sexy in the morning, right after when you wake up," she indiscriminately says.
I laugh, causing my body to shake along with hers. She beams at me.
"Oh really?" I say disbelievingly.
She nods.
"You're perfect" I whisper softly in her ear.
"Thank you," she whispers back, "but I do not agree with you"
"Oh yeah? Name one flaw or thing you don't like about yourself?"
"I don't have pretty eyes like yours"
"What? That's not a flaw. You have beautiful eyes"
She giggles sarcastically. "Thanks but I wish my eyes were more unique. Like a light green or something. Your eyes are a grayish blue but the color gets lighter as it approaches your pupil with hints of sea green"
I pause for a second. "I have never been told that. nor have I ever heard an in depth analysis of my eye color," I chuckle softly. "Thank you... but I love your eyes. You have chestnut eyes and they kind of have gold rims to them.
She blushes lightly, and stretches her arms out, making oblivious (But very hot) sounds that drive me crazy every time I hear them.
"You were making those same sounds last night," I mumble.
"What?" she asks innocently, with her eye brows raised in question.
"Nothing," I turn over, my face now buried into my pillow.
"I heard you," she smirks as she raises an eye brow once again, this time in amusement.
I chuckle into my pillow case.
Before I know it, she on my back, laughing uncontrollably.
"I was not!" she almost yells in laughter.
"Yeah. You were screaming out Rey' so freaking loudly. You're lucky we got a villa. If we were at a hotel we would have been kicked out" I chuckle mischievously, as her cheeks turn red in embarrassment, as her eyes grow wide with incredulously.
In a flash of a second, she is wrestling me again. I let her win eighty percent of the time. I never hurt her. Never will.
She gets on top of me but fails as I flip her over. I imitate her growling sounds mockingly as she yells that she does not sound like that through her laughter. She totally does.
Next, she crawls out from under me and locks me in a half nelson. I can easily escape but I don't.
She shouts through her laughter, "Tap out! Tap out!"
I tap out twice, surrendering, as she victory dances still sitting on my back. While she is distracting herself, I quickly grab her and thus, commencing round two, of our "game".
.-.
She falls asleep once again. I won that match. *Winks*
Sometimes she scares me. How can someone be that perfect?
Sometimes, I ask myself if she is even real. Genuine. Tangible. True to life. Am I dreaming? Is this all a hoax? Will I wake up in thirty minutes? Will I find myself in paradise? Is she real?
How can a person be that bewitching... be real? Is this the real life? Is this just a fantasy?
Contemplating. Pondering. Thinking hard.
How did we find each other? Was it fate? Was it fate that my wife was my first love? My first kiss? My first romantic relationship?
I try with all my might to stop asking questions. Ridiculous questions. But I can't seem to bring myself to stop.
Sometimes, it all seems too good to be true.
Never mind. Whatever. I have no regrets, nevertheless. She is mine. I am hers. That's all that matters right?
Have I gone crazy? Nah. I'm just a man in love.
Contemplating. Pondering. Thinking hard.
.-.
I glance at the digital clock that sits on the nightstand. It is only nine in the morning. Time passes whenever I am with her. Time freezes when our skins touch, when we kiss, when she speaks.
I got lucky. I'm blessed. God is good to me. I hope that everything stays that way.
I don't want to lose her again. Ever. Never. Never again.
These two years are but a myth now. Now we are together. Permanently. Forever.
But we all know that forever does not last very long. Well then, we'll be together till the end of my days. Maybe even in heaven. Yeah. That sounds good.
She does not have to worry about a thing. I've got her. She's mine. All mine.
.-.
Her eyes flutter open once more. She looks bewildered.
Have I mentioned how much I love her?
"Hmmm... are you hungry?" her groggy voice returns.
"A bit," I say.
"Have you been watching me sleep? Again?"
"Yes, you're quite entertaining when you sleep. Know that?"
"It's a little creepy, not gonna lie"
I chuckle as I kiss the side of her neck. "I love you. So much"
"I love you too" she says placing a kiss on my lips.
She slips out the bed, the shirt she was wearing (My shirt) hanging off her tiny frame, revealing one bare shoulder and walks towards the bathroom pulling me along with her. She hands me my toothbrush, grabbing her and starts brushing her teeth while I watch her. As she finishes she turns towards me and I clutch her tiny waist in my hands. I fight the urge to fall on my knees and bow down to her holiness. She looks up at me with those eyes. Those chestnut, gold rimmed eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. She's looking into my soul. I hope she likes what she sees. I have no secrets after all. I just love her.
I look back into her soul. She must be real. She must. She is my other half. The object of my affection. Those three, sacred words slip through my lips once again. I say them more than she does. It is almost rarity when she says them.
"I love you too" she almost utters silently.
I smile softly at her and carry her back to the bed and lay down on it once again, holding her close. In reality, I need her much closer. I never want to leave her. Never. I won't let anything happen to us.
You know, there is a constant question that runs around in my head always. What is love? You may think that love is like Romeo and Juliet's story. I do not believe that bullcrap. That is infatuation, lust. You cannot just look at a person and know you are in love, although you may think it. You may get the butterflies or fireworks when you first look into their eyes. I don't think that is love. That is being absorbed by another's appearance and feeling jittery.
Does love mean the willingness to die for another? It could. Maybe.
But what I think love is... is desiring what is best for another. I love her. I want the best for her.
But what do I know? I'm just a man in love.
.-.
"Are you sure you do not want breakfast yet? Usually, right now you would be eating anything you could get your hands on" she asks solicitously.
"I'm sure," I reply while hitting the power button on the remote.
"Okay" she out the A' sound and cuddles up to my chest. "I'm starting to worry about you. " she says running a hand through my hair holding me close. "You are really quite this morning. Are you sure you are okay?"
I give her a reassuring smile as I answer. "I'm fine, babe. I'm just thinking"
"About?" She noisily enquires.
"About a lot of things," I say with disinterest as I stare at the television.
"Like what?" the television doesn't seem to interest her in the slightest as she continues with her questions.
"Like how much I love you and how a girl like you can love me"
She blinks twice tilting her head to a side. "Don't let you head run in circles, Rey" she says playing with my hair. "I will always love you. No matter what"
Time freezes again.
I pat my lap and she crawls on to it, facing me. I kiss all over her face until she begs me to stop. Bliss.
I look into her eyes once again. Captivation.
I lean forward and place my lips on hers. The sighs she makes as the kiss grows more intense makes my breathing halt.
What can I say? I'm just a man in love.
.-.
I knew I can tell her anything to everything. I still remembered our conversation that we had before I decided that I was going to join the army, following my grandfather's footsteps. I had told her how scared I was. I told her how nervous I was feeling. I told her how much I was going to miss her while I was away. I told her how much I loved her and she returned my sentiments.
I knew, for a fact that if she wasn't there I wouldn't have never done what I had been doing for the past two years.
We had written letters to each other while I was away. Sometimes, we would go months without a single reply. But we trusted one another. I loved her and she loved me. The truth is still there that we loved, trusted and respected one another. And I knew that she would never do what Savannah did in Dear John. Yes, Taani told me about the shitty ending. I did not watch it. I swear.
Hell, I remembered all our first moments together. Our first date, hug, kiss. It was like they all had been recorded in my head, refusing to get out.
And boy was I glad for that.
.-.
"Rey? Reeyy? Stop falling asleep" she giggled.
"I am not sleeping. I'm thinking with my eyes closed"
I felt a weight on my chest. I opened my eyes to see her straddling me.
"We should eat soon. I don't understand why you are not hungry. It's quite odd" she says, looking at me worriedly.
I give out a grunt in response, closing my eyes once again.
Suddenly I feel a hard blow come down on my chest. I opened my eyes, wincing slightly, as I see Taani glaring at me.
"Hey. Why'd you hit me? That hurts" I said rubbing the spot that I had just been smacked in.
She only glares harder at me. I'm not gonna lie. I love to piss her off at times. She is the most adorable creature on earth.
She attempts to rise off me, but I am quick to pull her back. She squeals happily as she comes down onto the bed once again.
Bringing her below me, I place my lips on hers, kissing her softly. She lets out tiny moans as our tongues continue to battle.
Someday, I aspire to be the best husband ever. I want to have kids with her. I need her. I need her more than she needs me.
Her hands find their way to my back as I attack her neck with my lips. We need to stop soon. We really need to eat.
Suddenly, to my dismay she pulls away with a final peck at the side of my neck. Before she can say anything, my stomach growls wildly. She smiles silently and raises her eyebrows looking at me wordlessly. She bites her lip, and I poke it with my index finger. I chuckle as I rise off her and grab the remote to turn off the television.
"Okay you win. I'm hungry" I sigh defeatingly.
"Yes," she says throwing her arms up in victory, a large grin covering her beautiful face.
I scoot over to the edge of the bed, stand and stretch, letting out a murmuring sound.
"You make lovely sex sounds too" she says from behind me, sighing dreamily.
I glance back at her and wink. "Thank you, Mrs. Singhaniya"
I head over to the dresser and start shuffling around as I heard her voice.
"Want to shower first?" she has a naughty grin coloring her face.
I grin back at her, jog over and take her into my arms making her giggle. She winds her arms tightly around my neck before burying her face into my neck and sighing deeply.
Even though she solidly disagrees with me, I think she is perfect. She's perfectly imperfect or imperfectly perfect, if that makes sense. She is perfect to me. She is my world, my everything and as corny as it may sound, my reason to be breathing. She made me the happiest man alive, by taking my hand as I gave it to her. No other girl has her smile, her legs, and those eyes. A man in love is no simple thing. I'm all hers if she's all mine. And I don't mind if we take our time.
And I don't mind,
If we take our time,
'Cause I'm all yours
If you're all mine.
-Defeater, "I Don't Mind"
Okay. So this is so not what I had in mind. It is completely random, i know. But this idea has been running around in my head for a few days now. I was just going with the flow and all this came out in a jumbled mess. But i hope you liked it. 😃
Like and Comment. And yes, please dont give comments in one liners like "Lovely OS" or "Amazing one", its quite discouraging, tbh.
Anyways, this is a sorry gift for not updating my Fanfics these days. Hope you like my gift. Tada! 😆
No offence to any "Romeo and Juliet" or "Dear John" fans. I didnt to hurt any of your feelings by my comments in this OS. I hope you all understand that this is all for entertainment purposes ONLY.
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