Short Stories & Such

"Why Do You Love Him?"

That's such an obvious question to me, though most people think I am crazy.

I love him for everything he is and isn't. I love the way he constantly tells me how amazing and beautiful and perfect I am and how much he wants me, and only me. I love the way we constantly argue over who loved the other more, though before him I found him, I found it so annoying and childish. I loved him for the way he thought so much, sometimes too much.

I loved him for how emotional he was, sometimes more so than me. I loved him for the way he always commented on how I walked, saying it was so cute. How he treasured and loved not only my body, but most of all my heart my soul. How he held me so tight to him, as if he were afraid if he were to let go, I would fly away.

I love him for how he constantly insisted on holding my left hand because holding my right felt strange. How he would always smile down at me and catch me when I almost fell over nothing. How he would randomly bring my hand up to his mouth and kiss it softly, always while those beautiful soft brown eyes were looking into mine. How when he got cold he would pull his sleeves over his hands and walk like a little penguin, and the big smile he would get when I teased him for it.

I love him for the way he was so smart, always wanting to learn new things, despite his dyslexia. I love his messy handwriting, despite it being sometimes unlegible. I love how he would always misspell even the simplest of words. I love how he adored hot tea, but thought iced tea was disgusting.

I absolutely adore the way he was a bookworm, though he rarely had time to read. I love his hair, and how it felt when i ran my fingers through it. How no matter what he always looked like a god. I love how he would always randomly send me long messages about how much he wants me, needs me, and how he just wishes I were there. I love him for the way when I kissed him, I never wanted it to stop. I wanted to give myself to him, I just wanted to give all of me to him. There are no boundaries with him, there never could be.

I love him not only for the way he made me laugh and smile, but also for the way he made me upset and want to cry. His ability to change my mood with one text never ceases to amaze me still. I love him for how he would both comfort me when I was sad, and when he called me out to get my shit together (though not in those exact words). How through everything I dragged him through, constant anxiety attacks, drama, two moves, and so much more, he never did anything but stick by my side.

I love him for how he never took very good pictures, but god damn did he still manage to look perfect. How he was constantly eating (I remember on one of our dates he ate all but one slice of a large pizza all by himself, then went home and ate another half of one). I love how he was such a nerd, how he would go on and on about his favorite show (Red vs. blue). I love how he had such a creative imagination, how he wanted to write a book yet never had the confidence in himself. I love how he respected me and never took advantage of me, always making sure its what I wanted before we would do anything.

I love how his eyes would scrunch up at the T of his forehead when he smiled really big, and how his nose was just a bit bigger than normal but I loved every milimeter of it. How big his hands were, and how he would constantly have to warm mine with his because I was always freezing cold. How he always had to come back for a second longer kiss when we parted ways. How when we were around his mom he was modest and only kissed my forehead or my cheek, though I could tell in his eyes he wanted more. How he was constantly late to his after school practices and tutoring because he just couldn't walk away from me. How he would grip my lower back when he kissed me and pull me as close to him as he could.

I love him for how he would always hug me from behind and kiss my neck, despite where we were or who was watching. How he would push me against the wall or bookcase or the bed and just lose himself in my lips. How no matter what, he never seemed to be able to get enough of me. How just the thought of his touch sends shivers and tingles all through my body. How he was constantly worried about me, always making sure I was okay despite what was wrong with him. I love when he talked about the future, I was always in there, how he never could imagine me anywhere but with him, and neither can I.

I love how I see him everywhere I am. I am constantly having to double take, for I see him in libraries, coffee shops, parks, random cars and houses, walking down the hallways of my school. He is everywhere I am, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

That boy has my heart, and he always will. I know guys aren't supposed to be beautiful, but that's exactly what he was. He wasn't what I was looking for, hell I'm not even sure what I was even looking for, but when I met him, I didn't have to search anymore. When I saw him that first day, my heart kind of sighed and said 'Oh there you are'.

The stars never dimmed when he was around, for they were merely a backdrop for his beautiful self. They went unnoticed by me, and for once I was okay with that. When I finally talked to him, all of sudden the love songs were all about him, not some faceless person I always imagined. When I met him, everything was okay, everything was going to be okay. I would have been okay if all my friends left me then, because with him, he beat all.

He was the type of boy people spent years writing books about, the boy I spent years reading about. And now finally, he is all mine.