Two weeks from the party already passed. I was spending almost every day with Kylie. She was showing me more and more places in Los Angeles. Her plan was to show me as much parks as she could. We don't have our bench only near a lake, every bench we ever kissed on was ours. She was marking every bench we kissed on with her pocket knife. She put our initials on the back of them.
Today it's Friday and Kylie already picked me up at 9am and she met my dad today too. He loved her. They have same kind of humor.
We were driving through city from one park to another. She showed me her favorite coffee shops in Highland Park, her favorite restaurants, thrift shops, places she loved when she was younger, dark alley where she had her first kiss, gas station she stole candies from, her old house and her current house.
It was already 8pm and our last stop was Griffith Observatory. It's on the top of the hill and you can see whole Los Angeles, it was already dark outside when we got there and we could see beautiful lights that were lighting from every single house and every single skyscraper in thedistance.
We sat on a bench and we were enjoying the view. Then Kylie stood up and she got closer to the edge. She turned around to look at me.
"Baby come here," she said with smile on her face.
"This is beautiful," I said when i hugged her. I was little bit shorter than her. Our hugs were always perfect.
She looked at me and I finally know what I want in life. It was her.
"Today I showed you my favorite places in Los Angeles, and the last stop was this. Whole Los Angeles infront of us. My home and my favorite place to be. I would never want to be somewhere else than here. But since I met you, I just have feeling this city isn't my only home. Because you're my home. You're my everything now and I want spend every second with you in this perfect city," she was still looking in my eyes. I started crying.
"Grace i love you, I love how amazing you are, I love how your eyes look right into mine, how your laugh can light up the room, I love the way you make me feel, how kind you're, funny, adorable, humble, sweet. I love how we laugh together and how you can undrestand me and my dark moments. I love every single thing about you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?" she asked and squeezed my hands. She is always squeezing my hands when she's nervous.
I started crying more when I heard that she loves me. It was first time she said that. I grabbed her face and put soft kiss on her lips.
"Is that yes?" she asked and she wiped tears from my face.
"I love you more Kylie, I wanna be yours. I've always wanted to be yours. I was thinking about you every day since you smirked at me at the restaurant. When you were touching me with towel at the party. You were always on my mind. And when you kissed me for the first time, I knew that you're the one. It's only you and your gorgeous eyes. I belong to you from the beginning," we were having one of these intense eye contacts when I said that.
"Oh my god," she said after a while and kissed my forehead, "so you're mine now?" she asked me.
"I was yours the day you looked at me for the first time," I smiled at her. It was like a dream.
"I love you Grace."
"I love you Kylie."
She hugged me tight and we were enjoying the view in silence. Then she took me home and when we pulled over infront of my house she put her hand on my thigh.
"You're so pretty," she said and she moved her hand higher.
"And you're gorgeous, my love," I put my hand on hers.
"I can't believe you're mine," she moved her hand even more higher, my hands were shaking again.
"I am."
"Why are you shaking?"
"You're making me nervous," I said quietly. I was still shy around her.
"I do?" she smirked and she put couple of kisses on my neck.
"Stop, I need to go," i chuckled.
"Another time then," she smirked even more and put last kiss on my forehead.
"Bye baby," I said and left the car.
I will always remember this day. I finally found my person. I just love how my soul is tangled with hers.
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