Dear Laura 2

Chapter 10

"Happy birthday!" He said as he handed me what looked like a plane ticket. I rubbed my eyes to try and wake myself up.

"It's not my birthday Abdul." I hid my face behind my palms and smiled sheepishly.

"I know, but I could not really make you fly out on your exact birthday, so I chose today. It only makes sense that way." Hm, thoughtful.

All was right with the world again now that my boyfriend stopped moping about his late ex. He stopped mentioning her name every other hour and he stopped spending a lot of time at her house. To top it all off, I was turning nineteen the following day.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I perused the ticket in my hand.

"Cape Town. The last time you went, you missed out on a lot so I thought I would give you round two. Everything is paid for; you just have to bring your gorgeous self." He exclaimed and placed a peck on my forehead.

Abdul had his flaws, Ill admit that, but he was a thoughtful man. He really did everything to make me feel special when it was needed and there was so much thought and consideration put into his gifts. He did not just hand away money. I loved that about him. I adored it in fact.

I adored that I did not have to tell him my favourite song, he just knew I loved a song because he paid attention to how I smiled or enthusiastically gushed whenever it came on. I did not have to remind him when my birthday was, I was pretty sure he started planning it two months prior. He got me flowers just because and whenever he apologised, his gifts were customised based on what I liked. He planned dates and just told me to get ready. I did not have to tell him what my favourite drink was, he just noticed how often I drank it. He noticed everything and he did it just to make me smile. How could I possibly not believe that he was in love with me? How could I possibly leave a relationship like that? He bought me my dream car, my ideal apartment, and he was flying me out to Cape Town for my birthday just because I said I wanted to experience it again. Wouldnt you see green flags if you were me?

"There's iced coffee and doughnuts on the counter, and you are off work for the rest of the week. I don't understand why your birthday had to be on a Thursday. Oh, and pack your bags because our flight is at four in the afternoon." He gushed in excitement.

See what I was talking about? He knew how to love a woman. He knew what was required of him in order to keep a woman happy. Everybody had their flaws.

"Stop biting that lip. It's tempting." He told me as he cupped my cheek.

"I cannot help it, you're too sweet." I cooed.

"You deserve it, Mia. I do not deserve you. You gave me a chance when I did not deserve it, when I had been treating you like crap. You saw it fit to give me your love in the purest form honey. I don't deserve any of that. You were patient with me, so I am just returning the favour. I am so sorry I was wrapped up with Hope these past few weeks, this is also me saying I apologise for the position I put you in. The fact that you do not hate me makes me the luckiest bastard in the world."

By the time he ended his monologue, tears had created a stream down my face. It must have been the water from my melting heart. His words wrapped my body in a blanket of comfort and his voice sent nerves up my spine.

"How can you still look attractive when you are crying. Can I kiss you?" He said, wiping the tears off my face and I nodded in agreement.

Hell yea you can kiss me. You can kiss me all you want, all day every day. These lips are yours if you want them boo.

"Are you sure? Once we start, we might not be able to stop." He let out a soft chuckle and I did not understand why he was still using those lips to speak instead of slamming them against mine.