Shattering Truth

Chapter 5

His eyes were as dark as charcoal in early autumn, reminding her of the moss that covered the clovers in that time. She called him her lucky boy.

Even though she met him as a grown up man in his late twenties, he managed to keep that boyish charm and childlike posture she liked so much, and he told her he kept it only for her.

Because he knew she will come one day, and he wanted to show her a glimpse of what she had missed out on since she didn't arrive sooner.

She found out a lot about him in a short period of time. She found out that his first kiss was with a girl named Ashley behind her fathers farm in a small town in which his grandma had lived and he spent numerous summers at. She was certain his favorite smell is the sweet smell of blood red apples, but he had let her know his favorite smell is the smell of her hair on his pillow in the morning, and that everything he liked before that doesn't matter, but she knew he enjoys the smell of coffee in the morning as well. He enjoys all types of music, especially hearing her speak, and his favorite movie is "Gone With the Wind" which she found incredibly cliche, but didn't say anything. For a girl who had seen "The Notebook" more times than there are days in the year she didn't have any right to say a thing. His favorite color is blue, the only thing he enjoys reading are architectural magazines, he's not all that neat - he hires a lady once a month to do some serious cleaning - he says his mess is the reflection of his mind which, for a guy who doesn't like to read, she found incredibly poetic. She's not much of a cook so she was relieved when she found out his favorite thing to eat is a cookie smeared with Nutella across it, and that he mostly eats out.

She fell in love with those things as well as she fell in love with the careful and gentle way he touched her, or the way his lips fit perfectly into hers, or how his fingertips would sink into her skin every time they made love. She was shy to admit that she made love for the first time at the age of twenty seven. Everything before that was just sex.

Maybe this was the first time she truly fell in love as well.

Or maybe this was the first time she didn't fall in love with the thought of love.

She fell in love with a man. A man who embodied every thought she ever had of love.

Her eyes were like chocolate - some days dark as the night itself, and some as light as a chestnut deep into the fall - but deliciously luring nevertheless. She envied him on the color of his eyes because they were rare, the rarest in the world, and hers were ordinary, you could find them on every other person on the face of the Earth. He strongly disagreed, telling her she has the most beautiful eyes in the world, and that he doesn't even care for the color - there's not a set of eyes he would rather wake up to. He loved two light, barely visible freckles in the close proximity of her nose, and he would always kiss that spot before kissing her subtle, pink lips. Soon he discovered all of her ticklish places but did not take the knowledge in his advance, but rather used it to lighten up the mood after a hard day at work. She would never admit that she's addicted to gummy bears but he knew she has a secret stash in the bottom drawer of the nightstand, as well as he was aware of the shoes she kept stacked in boxes under her bed. He admired the way she's passionate about her work, because he was the same, which is exactly why he had let her remodel his apartment, step by step, even though she thought she's being sneaky about it. After only a month he emptied a drawer of his dresser for her to keep her things in, but said nothing when he noticed a tear in the corners of her eyes when he had showed it to her. He would tell her she's beautiful every chance he got, even when she had no make up on, when her hair was tied into a messy bun, and she wore his hoodie underneath which she only had her boxers. She didn't believe him, but he had thought that's when she looks the most beautiful, most like herself.