Always

59| Strawberry

I just know you guys are going to love this chapter. ;)
It's super duper long btw. xo

I parked my car in the familiar driveway, grabbed my Starbucks drink along with my purse and keys and headed to the front door. The light angelic chime of the doorbell echoes throughout the house followed by a pair of footsteps that stop briefly before the door clicks and opens revealing my beautiful boyfriend.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Hi," he said kissing my forehead, closing the door behind me. "You have a key you know," he says running his fingers through my hair like he always did when it was down.

"Yeah but I like when you open the door for me. You still get a little nervous when you do," I tease walking deeper inside placing my things on the counter as he sat down on the very familiar sofa.

"Ha ha," he sarcastically laughed. "How did it go today?"

"Trying to change the subject are you?"

"Am not. I'm not denying that you still make me nervous. I don't think I could ever not be nervous around you, look at you," he smiled pulling me into his lap. "I just wanted to hear about your day is all."

I blushed a bit at his words. His stupid dickface always knowing what to say. "Well, most of the group took it pretty well, except for Candice."

Over the last six or seven months I've been a part of a support group for anorexia recovery. I've met and bonded with a ton of wonderful people that shared their stories with me and I them. The weekly sessions have become a big part of my life and greatly improved the way I see myself and the way I see the world.

Greyson's also been a huge help, walking right by my side with me on my self love journey. He's also been helping me venture out of my box with his cooking and I'm slowly falling in love with food all over again. I even brought his cooking with me to one of the sessions with everyone's approval and they were more in love with him than I was.

Sadly week after next will be my last session with them because I was leaving for university soon. After the excitement of being accepted into my dream university settled, fear finally sunk in that I was moving away from home and I was terrified. I still am, but everyone around me was reassuring me that I'd get used to it in no time.

"She cried didn't she?"

"She was a mess," I laugh. "I'm going to miss them."

"And they'll miss you too. I know I will," he said, a somber tone in his voice.

"Aw princess, you're not going soft on me are you?" I smiled as I mimicked him.

Truth is I was going to miss him the most. His warmth, his cooking, the banter we shared from time to time. I was going to miss his forest green eyes and the way they lit up when he called me princess in a teasing tone. I was going to miss his woodsy minty scent that was sure to fade out of the hoodies he gave me over time. I was going to miss him much more than he could ever know.

"Maybe," he shrugged capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. He tasted of...strawberries?

"You bought the strawberries I wanted?" I asked him pulling away.

"Oh yeah," he said grabbing under my thighs lifting both himself and I up off of the sofa. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me into the kitchen and placed me on the counter. I kicked my legs as I watched him take one of the clear containers he organized fruit with out of the fridge and onto the counter beside me.

"I went to the store today and they had them on sale," he beamed. He was always excited when there was a sale at the grocery store, like a housewife. Amongst all the wives and mothers fighting for eggs and produce, he was there like a single father fighting for his kids.