My Mischa ♥︎

My Divine Talia

My house isn't too far from school so the whole drive was about 15 minutes. We didn't talk for the last 5 minutes because we were thinking of a sweet and romantic monologue for him to say before and after the song.

"Think of anything?" I say as I get out of the car

"No, your the one who should be thinking most. This is why I need your help. I'm good at talking money but I'm still working on passion."

"Wait, passion. That's good. Keep that in mind."

Mischa shoots me a confused look as we walk inside my house.

We hurry into my room as to avoid my mom. I didn't even think my mom way home but I just wanted to be safe. My mom would kill me if she knew I brought a boy home. She's not that supportive of me being gay and all. She hates how I paint my nails black. She says I need to try and blend in. I mean, I kinda have to.

I close the door to my room and take out a piece of paper to write my ideas on.

I sit down on my bed as I hold the paper up, thinking about what to write. Mischa sits down too and watches with his head resting on my shoulder. I admit, it was kind of cute.

"What's that name you always call her?"

"My love, Talia."

"No the other one."

"My divine Talia?"

"Perfect." I say as I write it down
"How would you describe her eyes?"

We looks up and does a motion his his hand, "Beautiful almonds!"

"That's cute."
I write that down to

This goes on for about ten more minutes, with Mischa adding some lines of his own. I then do a bit of editing and came up with this;

My divine Talia... When I look into your almond eyes, I do not see the boy I am, but the man I must become to possess you. I want to take all of the pain from your soul, and in the passion factory of my heart, transform it into functional joy. I want to take your hand by the Cheremosh River and take you as my wife. And we shall sing and dance and drink... And then I shall whispеr in your ear, 'Let rivers run wild or lеt them be damned.' My perfect Talia, I lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood.

Mischa sits up
"It is perfect."

I look over to him and notice his eyes tearing up as he reread it over and over.

"Thank you, Noel Gruber."
He lays his head back on my shoulder.

At this point, after getting to know Mischa way better throughout this whole day, I noticed a lot about him than ever before.

Like the way creates beautiful uses of words when he actually tries in something he's passionate about. He may not know it yet, but he is the most passionate person I've ever met. That's something you don't see in almost anyone.

Now I was extremely jealous of the relationship he has with Natalia. I thought I wanted what they had..but then I realized something. I didn't want to be in a relationship like Mischa's, I wanted to be with Mischa. Almost the whole time we were thinking of what to write I thought about what would happen if WE were together and this whole thing was for me.

I know how horrible that thought is. He has a girlfriend (maybe even a soon to be fiancé) and I'm over here developing a crush on him. Me and Natalia aren't friends or anything but I could never backstab her. I wouldn't even have the guts to. No one other than Noel Gruber to fall in love with the first guy nice to him.

Me, Noel Gruber, in love with Mischa Bachinski. How cliche.