Like every cold winter night, maybe we drink hot cocoa, or wrap up in a blanket? Not me, nope. Not tonight. Tonight I had someone very special over. His name was Nathan. He had dark brown hair, a long lasting smile, oh so very beautiful green eyes, a slim figure and the kindest heart a man could have, and a woman could dream.
Tonight he arrived. I made dinner, we watched a horror film, drank hot cocoa, and wrapped up in a blanket like a big burrito.
The clicking of the heater in my warm room filled the eerie silence between the pauses of our talking. We chit chatted about music, cars, planes, our own interests, even college popped up for a good thirty minutes. But what made this night so, vague? So, soothing? Neither of us knew. But, the company of one another filled the empty space with warm hugs and caressing touched to each other.
"Hey, Nate?" I always called him Nate for short, seemed cuter to me. "Yeah baby? What's up?" He said turning his body weight to me. "I wanna talk about something. I feel, jealous. I feel, anxious." He looked at me with a confused daze. "Jealous about what babe?" We both paused with the clicking of the heater in the background. "Of couples. I know we are one, but sometimes, everything's so over whelming, your smile and the warmth you bring to me mentally, it's all just, so, so much. I love you, more then anything but sometimes it hurts." I said sitting up strait hugging a pillow tight. He grabbed my hands and looked me in the eyes. "Elisabeth. You are what I want, what I need, what I hope to dream of when I fall asleep, everything is overwhelming, but it is not a bad overwhelming, it's a much more "I want her, everyday, her kisses, her laughs, her joy, her jokes. Ya know?"" He whispered softly pulling me into his warm embrace. "That's what I'm talking about, we both want it every day, that it almost seams like a need to me, if not to us, and, is that healthy?" We both paused and thought about that last sentence. "I have no idea! But that's what we get right? Fell for each other quite quick haha, maybe itll end up bad, or good. If it goes bad, we can restart and go slow hm?" That sounded like an a ok plan to me. I nodded my head and the agreement was made.
Later that night we both snuggled in close I was laying on top of his chest with my fingers intertwined in his dark hair. Staring into his small beautiful eyes was all I wanted to do. So elegant, beautiful. Innocent. But his kisses were like that of the devils. Slow but hypnotic. Even traces of them my your neck left me in a haze.
But the eyes of his were mine to look at and admire. That's what mattered most to me. Those eyes stay mine.
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