Gloves And Us ✔

H I M

HIM

"I like you. A lot" this and then her light snores.

This woman is going to be the death of me one day.

I gently laid her on our bed and left the room.

Making coffee, I turned towards the balcony.

I need to get things straight.

I care for her.

I like her. A lot.

I still remember the day I saw her. It was a week before she approached me. A week before she offered me her hand to shake.

A week before my mind decided to not forget her.

She had come to that park and was glaring at a kid. The kid has hit her on the leg and she in return had smacked his head.

After that smack, the kid had been crying hysterically but she didn't care a bit. Took out her Airpods and started listening to something.

She and her attitude made me weak.
She still makes me weak.

Every time she calls this place 'home' or 'our home' or refers to things as 'ours' she makes me fall for her even more.

I never knew something this small would affect me so much. I had immediately proposed her to move in with me. Since I didn't want these walls and this loneliness to kill me. I didn't want her to live at that place and be worried about those expenses. I knew she hadn't been eating well, didn't have enough money. I had to do something.

That boss of hers was too pathetic, but not anymore. Fucking bitch!

She makes me complete and I enjoy every bit of it.

Her presence and her touches don't give me 'butterflies' or speed up my heart, they make me feel at peace, at calm.

She's my home. My safe place.

Her arms are my safe place.

The way her lips had molded against mine and how she pecks my jaw, my cheeks, and bites me there, I enjoy every fucking moment I'm with her.

Our first kiss was remarkable.
My first kiss was remarkable.

I don't know if I was her first kiss too. Neither do I care.

I don't give a fuck about her past. I care about her. Her present.

The memory is still fresh of how I was gonna tell her about my past in that room.

Would I ever regret telling her about me? Never. Nope.

Will she leave me for that? That thought still gives me chills. But if she will, I'll respect her and her decisions.

I will never want my past to hamper her and her lifestyle.

I adore her. Her strength. Her bravery. She's brave, but she doesn't realize that.

 I sipped the coffee that she had taught me. Still, it's not as perfect as hers.

She's just beautiful. Beautiful in aspect. Her imperfections or flaws make her more beautiful.

I still sometimes think about her and her past. Will she ever disclose it to me? There is sometimes a pang of sadness in her eyes. I hope her therapy helps her.

I hope she asks for anything she wants. I'll present it to her in a heartbeat, To my brave girl.

The girl who'll protect herself even with a bottle and care about that thing like a crazy person.

My bundle of happiness.

Fuck me. I'm too deep in this.

I quickly had my coffee and got back to that person who tried to attack her and failed terribly.

The person sure didn't have a feud with my little girl. That fucker tried hurting her and I'd make sure no shit like this happens again. Never again.

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I genuinely don't like this chapter. For some reason, this one NEEDS heavy editing.

thoughts?

unedited.

thanks for the 270+ reads n stillll noo vote (:

TC