Dear, My love [𝐁.𝐄]

My love, I remember

My Love,

I remember that Chilly evening in June on your Birthday, I  whisked you away from your calm party to be alone with you for my own selfish needs; I couldn't go one more second without having you to myself.

The candlelit area in the woods behind your house that I planned 2 weeks before.

I remembered your birthday, Even tho you only mentioned the date once to me — When we first started dating. I don't know why you are shy about the most important day to be created, The day you were born.

The day you were born is something you should celebrate, It's something everyone should celebrate, Oh how I should be on my hands and knees in front of your Ma and pa — Thanking them for making you thus making you able to be and my life, and share your inner light with me.

I remembered How your face went blank when I Mentioned that your birthday was just a few days away — and how you turned away in stubbornness, choosing to not acknowledge that the national holiday that is your birthday will fall upon us soon.

Why do you hate your birthday so much? What happened my love? What memory permanently scorned your memory to make you have such shame on such an important day?

Every time I ask, I always get a quick 'I'm just gonna give you a fake answer so I can stop talking about it' response.

I remembered how warm tears fell from the side of your eyes when I said those 3 words to you, you know exactly which words.

I love you.

You gasped and stretched your arms out towards me, waiting for me to bring my body forward to meet yours. Our bodies collide in an innocent meeting, hold each other letting out the breath we'd been holding in since we first started dating.

Our shoulders finally relaxing after only being together for 2 months — after finally saying what we'd been meaning to say to each other since we first locked eyes, You kissed my ear and pulled back from our short, but an intimate hug.

You brought your left hand up to your face wiping away the thin layer of tears that managed to escape from my heartfelt confession, you wiped tears from your face and grabbed my pale hands with your honey-toned hand, and kissed the back of it.

Over and over and over and over again.

My hand was stained with your M.A.C red lipstick shade "Ruby Woo", I wiped my now painted red hand all over my cheek, smudging your stamped lips from my hand to my face. You laughed at my silly action; grabbing my face to finish off my only bare cheek, adding more kisses to the side I neglected to smudge.

I was covered in you.

My love, I remember

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A/n: (Hint) pay attention to the pictures at the top and bolded words, pay much attention to the bolded phrases.

Also, how old do you think I am? I won't reveal my actual age just yet for privacy reasons (I might release my age at the end of the book) but I have gotten a few comments and DMs about how My writing has an old vibe to it. Let me know your guess.

*Forehead kisses for you all*