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The smell of morning breath surrounds me. Not the breath you wake up with, but the freshly brushed teeth with the essence of Cinnamon Listerine. Yummy, my favorite. It's defiantly not my breath, I just woke up. It's his. I open my eyes in a room. My room, colored red, white, blue, and themed as the Montreal Canadiens. Who would of thought. The only voice that stutters my heart matches the volume of the faint geese flying south for winter, “Happy 18th Sleeping Beauty.” He rests his delicate yet so strong arm over my waist, cuddles closer and plants the softest lips onto mine. How can someone be literally this perfect through my eyes? I've seen many, many cute guys, but none or ever will match this boy right next to me. “You'll have an amazing day today, I promise you.” I smile in return, we're face to face, and I'm speechless. But I almost managed out a thank-you until my own cough cut me off. September, it's getting cold, and I have just caught that cold. Well, just a cough and a bit of congestion. No big deal. I'm barely sick, but still am. Medicine doesn't seem to work for me, but with him around, and sense of unnecessary feeling and thought of mine is gone. He's the biggest feeling I've got. He's sad, I'm sad. He's happy, I'm happier. I can't believe he's mine. I think there's so many other girls better than me, but he honestly came to me and asked for my hand. I fell for him too, I felt and still feel everything he feels. Anyways, after those couple of coughs, he speaks some more. I would actually love hearing his voice every moment of my life, it'll never get annoying. He's the one person that doesn't have one negative thing about them. “You'll only get better.” I love his whisper in the morning just as much as his presence. Him and his freckled cheeks, blonde hair, well-structured face, and ocean blue eyes itself is a personalized lullaby of my life. What day, or even birthday wouldn't be perfect without him? Minutes go by, us staring into each others eyes naturally. You could swear that this would be one of those soft music moments in a movie, a tad corny, but we all know it's wonderful. Breaking the wordless silence, his beautiful, tender, trusting tone voice continues. “Life is full of surprises, girl.” Adorable he is, right? He's positive and he says things that can be off topic most of the time, but I love it. My throat feels it has gotten more clear so I can speak better now, I successfully manage a reply. “Is that so, magic man?” A light laugh he has, it's waves on a calm day moving along the beach, in and out of damp, sandy, clean, beach sand. I giggle along with him, talk is cheap at a moment like this. Even especially when talk comes out of my mouth. I'd glad I found him though, because I realized no one wants to listen to listen to me. Every one is impatient, and that's bad for me because my explaining is horrible and slow, especially if I feel pressure from the listener. Pretty dumb eh? Well, that's me. And he loves me for me, even If I come with explanations that need a good listening. “It's very much so. I can prove that to you. Want me too?” His tone changed weirdly, but admirably went softer and very truthful as he spoke those sentences. I attempt a graceful voice to answer his own. “I'd love you to prove every surprise you can. But is life too long for you to show me?” Such a geeky conversation happens, our truth be told would be forever something I'll enjoy. The truth doesn't always hurt, it's your perspective. “Casey,” he says my name with much emotion and looks deeply into my eyes, he leans up and on his elbow to his forearm, in a position with great view of his face. It reminds me that things don't last forever. Especially love. People change, and their likings change, almost like a trend. I'm scared our love will happen to be a trend at some point. I wish I can hear his thoughts right this moment, it feels too tense in question. Is forever in his vocabulary? Does he see forever in me? I don't think I know what's expected of this young love, but I love it. Life is blood, sweat, and tears. But my life without this boy is exactly that. Also, in life, you work to make a living. But my living involves him and hockey, no such thing as work. Hockey isn't work. It's part of both of our lives, Justin's and mine. Great money to keep a bed and food. All we need, including each other. I can't handle to lose him. I can be matched closer again with my first love, hockey. But this boy here is a hockey player too, the hockey player. The two things I love dearly at the same time is keeping me in this state, where I believe anything is possible. He's still staring at me, I see the ocean blowing gently along with the wind in his eyes, he continues calmly, but with a tad feeling of tears in his voice, “most honestly, life is not long enough for me to show you. I'm sorry. But I'll show you everything you need, and nothing you shouldn't.” his hand over my waist reaches up to my cheek and wipes just one tear that must have flowed down. I don't know exactly why I repeated thank-you out loud to him, but he replied no, thank-you as if he knew exactly what I was talking about. Maybe it was my heart speaking, and his heart replying. Pretty cute, I find. Wouldn't you ?
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xxshadyraveyxx added this comment 2009-12-09 13:46:43-06:00
aww ever cute :P
savannah87 added this comment 2009-12-11 07:58:29-06:00
:)
xxshadyraveyxx added this comment 2009-12-09 13:46:43-06:00
aww ever cute :P
savannah87 added this comment 2009-12-11 07:58:29-06:00
:)