THE ONE

10. F(O)RE(VER)

When she separated her lips from mine, I spoke up: "Would you be my angel then?"

When she said yes, we kissed once again and I walked her home, her hand in mine. Like last time, her jacket got stuck on her and she didn't want to put it off. I didn't want to freeze without my jacket, that's why I didn't want her to keep it till the next time. But you know how girls are; she hugged me, stepping on her tippy toes again and kissed me, saying please multiple times. I found it too cute not to let her hang onto my jacket for two days.

It was all great for a while, we kissed, we hugged and we loved. My parents loved her and treated her like the sister I never got. We spend most of our days together. I loved it the most when I could come to her house and we'd have a whole house to ourselves. Her house was filled with the memories of her dead parents. The pictures on the walls put out the kind of love I wanted with her. I wanted to grow old with her, but I also enjoyed the present.

And when she read my favourite book The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, all of my favourite parts were highlighted twice. First, by blue I always used and with her pink highlighter. She got used to high lightening quotes. "We accept the love we think we deserve." and "It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too." were quotes we both enjoyed reading over and over again.

On her birthday, I knew she would be out with her friends so I set her a little surprise. I got a bunch of heart-shaped balloons and set them out in her bedroom, bed was filled with a large teddy-bear and a whole lot of shopping bags filled with clothes and sexy underwear. The white rose petals lead to the bed, and I hid behind the door. She came home and I heard her enthusiasm through the entire apartment. I saw her cute reaction when she finally reached the bed. She started looking around and happy tears came running down her cheeks. She couldn't stop smiling. That's when I said surprise and in an instant, she jumped on me, kissing me so passionately I almost lost the strength to hold her, because my knees became weak. Later she jumped off and said: "Oh my gosh, I don't know what to say. You're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Thank you for being mine." And all the money I spent on her meant nothing, because her love payed me back enough.

On Valentine's Day, I bought two white roses and sprayed one with black, representing her and me. I also bought her a black leather jacket, since she liked mine so much. And we first made love that day. She had that black lingerie I got her on, so it was a real joy undressing her. But it was not about sex, it was about love. I loved every inch of her body. I undressed her slowly, pulling her panties down with my teeth. I couldn't get enough of her skin against mine. It was everything I ever hoped for and more. And when she collapsed, facing me, I couldn't stop looking at her. I loved her eyes, her nose, her lips, I loved everything about her. She asked me why am I looking at her like that but who could explain a feeling I got deep inside of my stomach, that warm feeling of being safe and wishing we would never leave this bed. It was perfect. Later on, we fell asleep, snuggling.

But there came a bad time. We started fighting a lot, me getting jealous when she went out with her guy friends, saying all those good things about them and defending them like they were more important to her than I was. So one time I was really angry at her and went to a club, drank too much and did the thing I now regret most of all. I met a hottie and with the thought of revenge and jealousy, I made out with her in the bathroom, pulling down her pants, too. As I said, I was drunk but sex never compared to making love to her. Of course I told her that the next morning, but she couldn't trust me again. She left me without saying a word, deleted my number and erased me from my life.

"Why the fuck did you ever do that, Jason? She was perfect for you. No girl has ever put up with your shit for so long." said Sophie, drunk.

"I know, Soph. I made a huge mistake and I blame myself every night when I go to sleep. It's been two years since we were crazy in love, but my love for her still remains."

I drank a whole lot so I called a taxi to pick us up and drive us home. I hope my car doesn't get a ticket for bad parking. I collapsed to my collage bunk, thinking of her. And even if I was a drizzle, my head became a hurricane, followed by tsunami from my eyes.