Chapter 1
Dans POV
He was a boy. Perfectly imperfect. Imperfect for me. Equally imperfect. I loved him. It wasn't a crush. It was love and is love. Now to this day. This hour . This minute. This second. I love him. He loves me. Even though we spend our seconds. Our hours. Our minutes on worth less reading. Worth less writing. Worthless loving. We still believe in our future. Not of our lives but more of our kind. We are the misfits. We are the wall flowers. We are those ones who go to beaches only to film a video. But most of all we are those in love.
From the first ounce of breath I breathed when I saw Him. I new. I saw my future with him in my head. I saw my past, present and future to be with him and him only. Strongly believing in my mind that he was straight didn't go we'll for me. It issued in a harsh period of self harm and intoxication of my body. But I knew I couldn't live without him so I didn't tell him. But. Oh there's always a but. But one day my intoxication of my body encouraged my mind to kiss him. I remember that and that's all from that night. I remember because he kissed me back. I remember the feeling of releasing my lips from his and looking in his pale blue eyes. But what I did next was the most unintelligent thing I've ever achieved. I ran. I ran so far and so long. I was happy. Ecstatic. Confused even. But the way he kissed me. Healed me. All my cuts. All the tears. All the alcohol. When I finished my sprint of fate I regretting it. The run. I vomited. Everywhere. I called for him and he came and got me. I slept the whole next day.
He has a name. I won't tell you. It's a perfect name. His name. But my grandma always talks about wrong names and things but I'm always so confused. If you love them why should it matter so? He is beautiful. He has dark short hair. He has blue or greenly eyes. But the thing that gets me the most is his collar bone. I weirdly love to stroke it. Kiss it. Lay on it. And it's gorgeous. But even if he was ugly I know I would love him. He has a smart sense of humor. He reads. Comics. makes youtube videos. Video games. Movies. Series. Anime. Food. Just everything about him Is so fucking amazing I can't explain. I love him. I love him.
When we are in bed. Snuggling. Kissing. Making love. He is beautiful. He is warm. He is soft. He is slow. He is mine. He strokes my face softly with his warm, gentle hand. I feel ants crawling down my spine.
Chapter 2
The first time he told me he loved me. We were home on the lounge watching moulin rouge. He had his back on my chest and both of us could feel the others heart beat. Satine and Christian were singing to each other. He looked up at me. I looked down to him. He pressed his lips softly to mine. When we released we just looked at each other. Then he said it. He filled the hole. I was stunned for a minute then I said it back. he smiled and faced away from me. I really loved that day and till this day I love him the same. Maybe I love him even more? I'm not sure but that enough of talking about him because why talk about someone amazing when you can be with them? I fell in love with amazingphil and that's okay. Better than okay even.
-danisnotonfire<4
