I lay there and stared at his sleeping form. The way his hand was tucked under the pillow as if his head was resting on it. His other hand curled around my waist. I stared at his face, studied it. The creases, the freckles the slight smile he had on his lips. If only he believed how beautiful he really was. He must have sensed my stare because he blinked his eyes open and scowled at me. Then his smile spread across his lips and I fell deeper in love. A frown then appeared on his face (I was amazed at how many facial expressions this man had but what amazed me more was that I fell in love over and over again at each of his expressions) "What are you staring at?" He asked voice rough from sleep. "Nothing" I replied. "You're staring at me" "I'm not" I lied. "You're so creepy" he laughed "it's not creepy, it's cute" "just because it's cute doesn't mean it's not creepy" he replied "just because you're cute doesn't mean you're not a grump but I have to put up with that" I replied sulkily. "So I have to put up with you staring at me?" "You have to put up with my cuteness" I explained. This beautiful man let out a beautiful laugh and I couldn't help but join in. "What shall we do today?" He asked. I thought about it and decided the only thing I want to do today is spend every second with this human laying next to me. As he snuggled closer to me nestling his face in my neck I kissed his head and answered softly "this".
The decision to get out of the warm bed was a mutual one that could only be answered with food. I sit on the table with my coffee watching as this man danced around the kitchen with his spatula waiting for the eggs to fry and the bread to toast. A newspaper was sat in front of me untouched. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. The 3 words on the tip of my tongue, begging to escape, finally won their battle as I stood up from the table, walked over to the oven and turned off the hob. He looked at me with confusion. "I love you." No turning back now I thought as the words fell out of my mouth. His response. A smile. A smile. I looked back with expectation waiting for something more than a smile. Words. They never came. The moment I realised I hadn't made a mistake though, was when he grabbed my hips and pushed me against the side, kissing me with such force. He was afraid. He couldn't say those words back. I should have been upset, angry but I wasn't because I knew within this kiss lied the truth. He did love me. This beautiful man that I fell in love with loved me back.
