The Story of Our Lives

Falling

This had been the best 5 months of my life. I thought to myself as I lay in bed. I snuggled up close to Adam, hoping that this feeling of happiness and safety would never end. He noticed this and put his arms around me and pulled me close to his bare chest. I could feel his heart beating and his chest rose and fell as I lay on him. I put my hand on his chest and moved closer, his heart started beating faster. I smirked and giggled.

"You okay Adam?" I asked turning my head to look him in the eyes. He just blushed and cleared his throat.

"You noticed that then." he questioned. His heart still beating fast.

I nodded and giggled. I shuffled up so my face was inches away from his. Our lips mere centimetres away. He tried to stifle a gasping sigh. We both chuckled because we both know what he was trying to do. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his lips to meet mine. Both our hearts were racing. I never wanted this to end. I wanted to keep kissing him forever. I pulled away from the kiss and his face dropped into a child-like disappointed face.

"Oi mister. Don't make that face I need a drink and I need to tell you something." I said chuckling and taking a sip of my water that was on my bedside table. I cleared my throat.

"Adam. Please just let me talk for a second. It's nothing bad but I need to tell you something important." I began. He nodded. I was worried as to how he was going to react. "Adam. I know I've only known you for a few months but in that time, I have never been happier. I absolutely have no intention of leaving you. I want to be with you forever but you should know 2 years ago when I was 16 I was in a year long relationship with a guy til I was 17. I was happy with him." I stated and rolled my eyes. "I thought I was happy. I was lying to myself. I only spoke to him and his friends. I had no one to call my own friends. Everyone loved him but when he was with just me he wasn't the lovely guy he pretended to be. I tried to explain that to myself and his friends at the time. Everyone else told me I was the issue and was screwing things up. When I finally managed to get out of the relationship I had nothing. I had too much pride to ask for help. I was so fucking sad. I used to go up to a spot where there was a gorgeous view of the country side from swing bridge. Next thing I know, I was in hospital." I said while our eyes filled with tears.

He leant forward and kissed me on the lips but only for a second. I pulled away and wiped his tears. I sighed and rolled up my sleeve and our eyes gazed over my scars. Adam held my arm and his thumb grazed over the marks on my arm. "It's okay because it's made me into the man I am today. I have friends and a boyfriend who is the sexiest man alive." I said chuckling trying to lighten the mood. It worked for a second as Adam let out a small chuckle.

"I would never hurt you, I know words don't mean as much as actions so I will show you how much you mean to me every day and I will try and make you laugh and smile at least once a day, even if you've pissed me off." He said and chuckled grabbing my wrist and pulled it to his face and kissed my scars. With his other hand he lifted my face to meet his eyes again. "You're safe with me Damien. I promise." he said smiling.

"One more thing I need to tell you. Nothing depressing though this time." I said chuckling and staring into my handsome boyfriend's eyes. I took a deep breath. "Adam. I love you." I said smiling. Only a second past before I felt Adam's lips against mine. He stayed there for a second.

"I love you Damien. I do. You won't believe me when I say this because you're stubborn and won't accept compliments but you are the best thing in my life." he said smiling and kissed me before I could protest. I was just too flustered to formulate a response. He smiled the widest and most evil smile. "Oh. I know what to do to get you to not fight me when I compliment you." he said smugly. I made a grunt to try and speak but he kissed me again. This time with more passion. I nudged myself further up the bed so I could kiss him more.

"This is mean." I said between kisses. "You can't have this hold on me. You can't do that, kissing me when I'm being stubborn." We both just chuckled.

I sunk down into his chest and lay there just thinking about how happy the last few months had been with him by my side. AND HE SAID HE LOVES ME. WHAT THE FUCK. THIS HANDSOME MAN LOVES ME. I actually believed that he loved me as well. I never thought I was worthy of love. But he has started to change my mind. Maybe I am worthy of love. Of his love. He makes me a better man. I started writing again. I used to love writing. Short stories. Mainly gory stuff and depressing stuff.  Writing used to give me an escape from the shit I was dealing with. But now, it gives me a chance to express myself and write from the heart and not just depressing shit but now I write fantasy, romance, science fiction. He makes me feel so connected and grounded and as if the world has something good about it. He is my knight in shining armour. My saviour. My rock. My love. My boyfriend.