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(Requested by Jenniferamor3)
I wanna grow old with you, to spend all my mornings waking up beside you. Engulf you in an embrace that would instantly tell you, I love you, and you are my forever home. That within the prison of my arms, I will hold you, cherish you, shelter and protect you. I do mind the bruises, the wounds, the marks of pain the world bestowed.
Because at the end I have you, to kiss, to love, to keep. You're the only reason against thousands of more, you weight more than everything I have. You are my priority, my sanity, my clarity to the blurred manifestations of destiny. You're all I want, pray and need. That I can kneel and worship you. I will offer you my all, despite having nothing in return.
That's how devoted I am, I'm willing to trade all my jacks, in order to attain you. I'm not obsessed, I am just deeply in love, that my eyes fails to reach to end of sight. I know to myself that you own every piece of me, even the tiniest ones, you have them. You rule me, and I was delighted for it. I haven't felt this way, until you.
You who face all the battles with courage, who seeks for my safeness, who guards and fights for my freedom. You might be aware, but because of you I learned to stand up, once I fall. You didn't only taught me what and how to love. You taught me how to live, and I am internally blessed.
That's why I wanted to grow old with you, because I know I couldn't with anyone else. Yet, we can't have everything. No matter how much I pray, my dreams will remain as is. Yes, I want to grow old with you, and you said you wanted that too. But how can we?
-Flashback-
"Why is my favorite girl frowning?" I stifled a sob when I heard her familiar voice. Angelic and comforting. Lisa sat beside me, her golden hair flowing naturally behind her back. How can be someone looks so graceful.
"Is it because of them, again?" she emphasized the word 'again'. She was right after all, nothing new, nothing changed. Just my fucked up life, except the one thing I'm holding unto. It's her.
I released a deep breath I didn't know I was keeping for so long. I guess she has that power to make me do it. I nodded and saw her lips went straight. She was not happy, she was never, whenever she catches me being miserable.
"What did they do, today?" her voice was collected, yet you can sense the irritation. I fiddled with my fingers, embarrassed that I wasn't able to defend myself, for the hundreth time.
"Just the usual, talking behind my back. Throwing shade at me, calling me names." I didn't dare to look at her, afraid that I'll meet her powerful gaze. Scared that I might space out.
I remained my stare on my hands, that she took and intertwined with hers. My cheeks blushed, my hands were so small compare to hers. "It fits perfectly." we uttered at the same time. The side of my lips curling upwards.
"Did you just read my mind?" she chuckled, I was relived that she was not mad, unlike the other day.
"No, maybe it's you who did." I retorted playfully. Watching her thumb sooth my palm.
