It's Only Us, Forever

For Now

I never really knew how to deal with feelings. Growing up the only feeling Medusa ever showed were hate, anger, annoyed, unsatisfied, greedy, and disappointment. I'm not used to friends. I'm not used to love. I'm not used to this warm feeling in my chest. I don't know how to deal with it.

But as I sit here in your arms I can't help but to wonder. Why me? Why do you love me?

Your eyes focused on the bright screen of the lap top as you type away at some essay for school. I stared up at your focused face. The sun light coming from the open windows seem to make you look even more handsome than you already are. A small smile spreads on my face. I feel as if this is a dream. If it is, then I don't ever want to wake up.

Your so beautiful. I don't know how to deal with it. Your so sweet to me. How can I deal with that? You say I'm so pretty and naturally symmetrical. How do you expect me to deal with all your complements?

I remember the first time we met. You stared at me with those, those eyes. You scrutinized me for what felt like a life time. Then suddenly you squealed. I've never jumped so hard in my life. I thought something was wrong when you tackled me. I didn't know how to deal with you cuddling me and rubbing your face in my chest squealing that I was 'so symmetrical'. When your weapons finally pried you off me you started rambling about how amazing my choppy hair was. You stated that I was beautifully symmetrical. You made my face turn a dark shade of red. I didn't know how to deal with the fuzzy feeling you gave me.

That feeling is in my chest right now as I stare at your slightly puckered lips and deep frown. Have I ever told you that your honey golden eyes make me feel like I'm flying? I don't know how to deal with that because I've never flown before.

I yawn and rest my head on your left shoulder. Your chest is pressed onto my back. Your arms are on either side of me still typing away on the lap top. Your not exactly holding me, but just being able to sit on your lap and feel the love radiating from you is enough. I don't know how to deal with love. I never have. I just hope you remember your promise. You promised to help me deal with your love. For once, I won't have to worry about how to deal with something. You promised to always love me.

I yawn again and shift in your lap. You suddenly stop typing and look down at me, "Tired?" I nod my head as I lift it off your shoulder. You save your work and close your lap top. You grab my hips and lift me so you can stand up. You then throw me onto your shoulder before rushing out of your study and into our bedroom. You launch both of us onto the queen sized bed. I can't help but to giggle at your actions. Before we knew it laughter was echoing all around us. When we finally calmed down I noticed that I was laying on your chest glancing up at you. "My blood is black, you know," I state. You grin down at me, "I know." Our lips connect for a mere second. I laid my head on your chest and listened to your steady heart beat. My eye lids started drooping. "I love you," I mumble. My eyes close fully and I begin drifting off. I feel you kiss my right temple and mumble back, "I love you too."

I guess I can let someone else deal with it. For now.