Filling Scars With Love

Breaking Rules.

“Okay, that’s it. One last game!” Michael almost screamed. We both won two games each. “ If you lose, you stay here with me tonight.”

“It looks like a win, win to me. “ I smiled. He kissed my cheek and started the game. 

After a lot of yell, irritation and nervousness I managed to beat Mike for the 3rd time in a row.

“I cannot believe this! You… you beat me. Oh my god.” he stuttered. 

“Hah. Sucker. “I pointed at him, laughing. 

“But you’ll stay with me the night, right?” His eyes looked into mine.

“Nope. You lost the bet. Now, suffer the consequences. “ I said.

“But… it’s my birthday. “ He fake pouted. 

“Do I look like I care birthday boy?” I took his face between my hands and kissed him.

“You should.” He said between kisses.

“And what if I stayed?”  I asked.

“We’d play video-games all night long and I’d beat you in every single one of the games. “ He smiled.

“You mean I’D BEAT YOU…. And then?” I laughed.

“Then, you’d feel really  sleepy and I’d hug you tight, play with your hair and whisper sweet things to you till you fell asleep in my arms. “ He said.

“And then?” I rushed him.

“And then I’d place you in my bed and I’d lay beside you, watching you as you sleep and thinking how lucky I am that I have you. What’chu think?” He finally smiled.

“I like the idea.”  I admitted. 

“So, you’re staying?” He asked while smiling. 

“I don’t know. Will I?” I teased him. 

“You’d better will.” He hissed.

“Or what?” I kept teasing. 

“Or I’ll sneak into your house and enter your room to watch you as you sleep and think how lucky I am that I have you. Isn’t it obvious?” He said.

I felt my cheeks heating up. He’s just so perfect in so many ways. Everything he does affects on me on so different ways. Sometimes he gives me butterflies, sometimes he gives me shivers, some others he makes me blush, the remaining times he manages to get me to feel so many different emotions I never thought I’d be feeling. 

I guess he’s just exactly what I’ve needed all this time. Maybe he’s some kind of cure to my soul. I’ve changed, literally. I’m not that kind of girl who was afraid of life anymore. I want to live. I want to do whatever it takes to spend every single second of my life beside him. And practically, I want to say yes to him. I want to stay with him the night. I want him to hold me through the night and make me feel blessed all time long. Actually, feeling blessed it’s not the right term because I am blessed to have him. And as a blessing I should respect and love him. I’ll never doubt on my love for him but sometimes I get scared. I get scared of losing him. I get scared of making him sick. I get scared of him losing his inters on me. Can it possibly happen? It may can, who knows? 

“Do you really want me to stay this badly?” I finally asked.

“You have no idea.” He assured me. 

“Okay then. Just because I love you.” I smiled.

I could tell he was happy. Everyone could. His eyes don’t lie. When you see in those baby blue eyes you can literally see inside his soul. You can see everything that worries him, or everything that pleasures him. You can tell through his eyes what he’s feeling. Whether if he’s happy or sad, worried or angry. You don ‘t usually meet angry Michael but when you do…. Well it’s not hard to tell when Michael is angry. His eyes are full of bitterness and they get a darker shade of blue. Angry Michael is one of my favorite Michaels. There’s so many things you can do to angry Michael. Mostly, to calm him down, obviously.  Playful Michael is one of my favorites as well. Actually every Michael is my favorite Michael.