The empty void in my heart has now filled once more, and I didn't expect to feel it empty any time soon. I wasn't going to let Ross go as easily as I did before.
When someone has changed your life as much as he changed mine, you're going to hold on for dear life.
I hope someday, everyone can find love like this. Because it's truly something amazing, that even the worst people in the world deserve. It can heal you and turn you to the best person in the world.
The night after Ross came back, I decided I was going to persue the idea of this relationship I longed for. It was easy going, yet I was nervous. How could I not be? We went out to a bar, because a fancy date didn't seem like the type of flow either of us rode. We stayed out until the wee hours of the morning, blabbing about our dreams and deep shit like that.
"I don't wanna waste my life away," He told me. "I want to be sure I do all that I can for this world, and for all the people in my life. I want to be someone to make a difference," Ross said.
I just sat back with a smile, staring into his eyes as he talked about his passions, poured his heart out to me and shared his secrets. To see his eyes light up was truly amazing. I'd trade anything in the world to see this everyday for the rest of my life.
"This is a sad world we live in, we need more people like you, pushing us towards a better life," I told him, sighing with happiness.
He blushed a bit, shaking his head. "I'm nothing special," He claimed.
"You're definitely something special, Ross. You're probably the most special person I've ever met, and I don't mean that in a negative way," I said, smiling wide. "I hope you believe me," I said, nudging his hand.
He just gave me a shrug and looked down, his cheeks still a soft pink colour.
"I guess," He said in a soft voice.
I playfully rolled my eyes before grabbing onto his hand, squeezing it tightly in mine. Is it weird to point out how soft his hands are? Probably ruins the moment.
"Ross, you obviously don't recognize your own greatness, so I'm gonna point it out for you," I started. "I've never met a person as persistent as you, a person as passionate. Sure, you get scared from time to time but we can't be strong all the time. As much as you've been through, I'm so proud of how you've stayed strong, even when you really wanted to give up, you-" I paused when I looked up at Ross.
"No, no, you don't have to stop," He said, laughing through tears.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, I didn't mean to upset you. I-"
"No, no, I'm crying because I'm happy," He assured, squeezing my hand.
When someone makes you so happy that you cry, it's one of he most heart-warming things ever. There's real love there. I'm so glad I could do that for Ross, he deserves it.
I gently wiped his face off and we were soon out of the bar. I drove us back to my apartment and we sat in the livingroom, just enjoying each other's company until the sun came up. Ross yawned, stretching out his arms. He was soon asleep, putting a smile on my face.
I gently lifted him up and carried him to my room, laying him down so he could get some sleep. I went downstairs and made some coffee, sitting at the bar for a while, just thinking to myself.
There are those people in your life you'd do anything for. Just because they're that amazing. Every little thing they do makes your heart skips a beat. You could never hate them, they'll always have a pure spot in your heart. Ross is definitely one of those people.
Every little thing he does makes me fall in love all over again. His little smirk, the way he messes with his hair, the little flicker of light in his eyes when talking about what ever it is he's obsessed with at the moment. He's so innocent and isn't ready for the terrible things this world is gonna throw at him.
That's why I've vowed to protect him, protect him from any harm. If I could, I'd wrap him up and keep him with me for all eternity.
I love Ross, and he deserves all the security offerable.
Woah, did I just say that I love Ross and not hesitate?
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FanfictionWe all have our insecurities, as small or as big as they may be. We hide in sweaters or hoods, to keep them away from the world. But when we unzip and expose ourselves, it's a risk. A risk Max was willing to take, for someone he thought was deservin...