Hello. I'm new in wattpad but I've been making stories and plots a long time ago. Probably since I was nine. You can view my fanfiction account. http://fanfiction.net/~kagerume
-------------- Some of my stories are based on the Harvest Moon plot & names because I suck in making names ---------------
It was at that moment that I realized that he was perfect. Everyone was jealous of me.
I laid my head onto his chest where I could feel his heartbeat. It was fast- then slow.
It was perfect. I've never felt this way before- in my whole life. I closed my eyes gently, waiting for the sun to rise.
As I woke up in the middle of the night, he was there; looking at me. He brushed my bangs and kissed my forehead as he said, "Go back to sleep. I'm just here."
I woke up in the morning to cook him breakfast. To my notice, he wasn't there. I went outside my room to check, and—he was there. Cooking me breakfast.
"Oh hey, you're awake. I cooked you some food. I got hungry after watching you sleep."
I sat in the table. Then I realized, even though we fight at times, I think, this might be the man I'm going to marry. Every night, he watched me go to sleep. Every day he says "I love you."
That's when I knew it, this is him. The man of my dreams. This is who I want to spend my whole life with.
We sat in the sofa as he put his arms around me. I lie in his chest again and he whispered, "Don't forget that I love you."
I would never get sick of the small things he does every day. It just makes me love him even more.
The doorbell rang and I had to answer it. But, he went ahead and opened it.
It was a girl I didn't know.
"Hey… Where will we meet?" She whispered carefully.
"Not now. She's here." He replied, giving a glance back to me.
Who is she?
He said goodbye to the lady and closed the door. He went back to the sofa and continued snuggling with me. I couldn't hug him properly because I was thinking about this girl. Is my boyfriend having an affair with her?
I thought that our love was the strongest thing on earth; maybe I just need to think again.
It got me mad. The thought of it just rises up my anger. That's it—I just asked him.
"Hey-, Honey, who was that?"
"Just a friend." He said as he started kissing me. I pushed him to signify that it wasn't the right time.
"Tell me." I said.
"Tell you what?" He asked back.
"Who is she?"
"She was your classmate before."
"What is her name?"
"Rose."
That was the name of my best friend in Kindergarten. How did Cliff know who she is? I might've just told him a few stories but I've never even thought that he could find her. It's been—what?—15 years?
I continued snuggling Cliff—now I was in a good mood.
He cooks delicious food. Cliff's always told me that he wanted to be a chef. I didn't want to restrain his love for cooking… I just want him to pursue his dreams. So now, he's taking the culinary course up in college. My course is Interior Designing or something. I want to be able to design things and make people happy about my creations. Designing is also like inspiring.
