There's a boy.
With brown hair and brown eyes.
His smile is enough to light up an entire city, more beautiful than New York at night.
I met him at a bookstore a few years ago, he was the cashier and I was the customer.
He wrote his number on the receipt before I walked out of the store.
When he laughs, you can't help but laugh. It's contagious.
Especially when he's being tickled.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked, being careful of how I snuck my arms around his waist.
"If you tickle me you're dead, Scott. I-" he was interrupted by his own fit of laughter, and I couldn't help but to laugh too.
"Scott! Stop-I'm gonna kill you. I mean it-" he couldn't control his laughter again.
I only stopped tickling him when I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.
He's beautiful.
His body, his face, his lips-
His lips. I could kiss those forever.
Which, if all goes well, I will.
Mitch looked at me. He said he wanted to take things slow, but I knew what was going to happen next.
We were out seeing the Christmas lights, at one of those events where the money goes to charity, and we were right in front of a beautiful display.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine gently. Almost like he was afraid. When he pulled back I smiled, grabbing his hand.
He doesn't have a bad quality to him, I knew I loved him early in the relationship.
I knew he was the one.
It might have been the alcohol, it might have just been him.
We were at a club and he tugged at my sleeve telling me he wanted to go home.
I kind of wanted to go home myself, so I drove him to the house, and parked the car.
He smiled cheekily before leaning in and kissing me now for the second time, except this time with more passion.
I kissed back, smiling, and heard him hum into the kiss, I also felt him smiling into it.
That's when I fell in love.
He loves surprises, whether going to him or coming from him.
He loves the look on anybody's face when they get a surprise, and the feeling of being surprised is his favorite.
"Scottie, okay, come here." He said, grinning widely.
"What?" I asked.
"Just come here." He said, motioning over to himself, which probably wasn't more than two or three yards away.
"I'm trusting you," I said, walking over to him as slowly as humanly possible.
"Oh, just get over here!" Mitch grabbed my arm and pulled me harshly. "I have a surprise for you."
"I know how you love surprises," I lightly chuckled.
"I do, but you might love this one more than I do."
"Spill."
"Well, it's-"
"Don't give me a backstory, just tell me!" I joked.
"It's so much better with the backstory, but okay." Mitch reached in his pocket and grabbed two pieces of paper. "You're going to see your queen in concert."
"What?" I asked.
"Beyoncé."
"You didn't!"
"Oh, but I did." He laughed when I wrapped my arms around him.
I grabbed one of the pieces of paper, reading it. It was a ticket, I couldn't believe it.
I pulled him back in with tears on my face, kissing him like my life depended on it.
He may be kind of awkward in important situations, like milestones in a relationship, but it makes it all the better.
"Scottie? Can you come over? This may be a bad time-yeah, nevermind-" he hung up.
That was just one of the voicemails he left me, he left me five about an hour ago.
I decided to drive over to his apartment, once I got there I gently knocked on the door.
"Oh, Scott. You got my messages, didn't you?" He smiled weakly and scratched the back of his head.
He was wearing a big t-shirt and some boxers, and his glasses. He looked adorable.
"Yeah," I nodded, coming in. "What's up, Mitchie?"
"Uh-" he cut himself off. "I really don't know how to put it." He sat down on the couch and I sat down next to him.
"I'm just gonna say it. On three. No. I'll just say it-I don't know." He put his face in his hands. "I'm so bad in situations like this. I feel like I'm moving too-"
"Mitch. Just say it." I laughed.
"I love you." He said after a little hesitation. "I get if you think it's too fast and I'm weird and you want to stop going out with me but I love you, Scott." Tears started going down his face at the thought of me leaving him. I think you may be the one, and out loud it sounds creepy, but that's how I feel. I'm utterly in love with you, and if you want to just be friends after this, I totally get it, just understand that-"
I got those thoughts out of his mind by slamming my lips against his, kissing him hard. Tears had begun to fall down my cheeks as well, and I felt Mitch sob into the kiss, a mix of a sob and a laugh of pure relief.
"I love you too," I said once we pulled away to catch our breath. "I don't think I'll ever stop loving you, baby." I leaned back in, kissing with more passion than I've ever kissed anyone.
And I'm the one lucky enough to have him.
Because I'm his,
And he's mine.
