Sophia lays against me, inspecting my hands. Four months have passed since we got back together. 'Six years ago, I fell in love with you,' Sophia whispers. I smile and kiss her cheek. 'Me too,' I whisper back. Sophia looks at the little statue of Manneke Pis on my father's bookcase. 'You never really talk about your life in Belgium,' Sophia notices.
'There's not really anything to tell. I got bullied a lot and my best friend lived on the other side of the canal.' Sophia lets go of my hands and hugs me. 'Aside from that, what was it like?' I think back about those eighteen years. 'I mostly hung out with my grandmother. She would never judge me. I didn't really have friends.' Sophia hums, letting me finish my story.
'It were a horrible eighteen years. I was the weirdo with two different socks and a fascination for biology. No one wanted to hang out with the weird kid. That's when I got into art and playing the drums and bass. I needed to get my anger with everyone out of my system. I just rather forget about it.'
Sophia looks up at me. 'Do you like your life in England?' she asks. I nod. 'I love it here.' I kiss her lips and she smiles. I do not ever want to leave her. I open my mouth to say something, but close it. That was a silly thought that popped into my head. 'What did you want to say?' Sophia asks curiously. 'No, it's nothing.'
Sophia raises an eyebrow. 'You know you can tell me everything.' I nod and look at my hands. 'I wanted to say: "Will you marry me?", but it's silly. We are together for four months now. It's all too early. And it's not that I don't want to marry you. I only want to marry if you want to and I would never push you into anything. I just want to be with you for forever. I'm sorry,' I say and look up at her.
She looks at me stunned. 'Oh God, I shouldn't have said that.' I say and throw my hands in my hair. 'No, no, you should've,' Sophia says and gently takes my hands out of my hair. She looks at me with a warm smile, resting her forehead against mine. Bowie jumps on the couch and starts licking my hand. 'I also want to be with you forever. Marriage is not something I need, but if you want to I am happy to. How about for now, we move in together? A place of our own?'
Withthe biggest smile that has ever been on my face I hug her. 'I would love that,'I say. Sophia hugs me back and kisses my cheek. I take my laptop form the tableand we start apartment hunting. I don't know what I ever did to deserve her, tofind her and being able to love her. And how she loves me back, that's justmind-blowing.
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Mismatched Socks
Roman d'amour!!! Available as a physical book !!! Renée Marie Moons is a clumsy, chaotic, but kind introverted eighteen year old. In the summer her family moved to England. Now they live next to her mother's best friend and also her best friend - Colin Maxwell...
