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She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

What does it mean to be happy?

We tend to think happiness is this strong superfluous response to the positive stimuli around us.

I beg to differ,

Happiness to me is a reflective sonder thought when our hearts are still.

It's accepting what we can't change; and knowing that happiness won't always be the only emotion we feel.

It's coffee and sunsets at the end of cigarette buds.

Rueful harmonies in a strange culture.

It's crying in the rain because no one ever asks how the clouds collect our tears. (Empathy)

Happiness is the appreciation of all the little blessings in between.

Happiness acquits a raging heart that can't freely beat in the iron cages of our Ego.

(Happiness is.....whatever you fill in this blank)

(Jacob Pov)

The heat of her body is a different and new touch. To connect with someone so deeply, that you feel every step, they take away from you.

Anna gently tugged on my shirt, as we stood in my bathroom.

Everything had been going great until the moment Anna decided to be hasty. I didn't want to rush this, and Anna was treating it like a dream that would fall apart a midnight.

It made me uncomfortable. Why was she rushing this feeling and making it seem forced?

"You know this is the part where you...stop gawking at me like a owl and do something," she joked. Her hands slowly slide underneath my shirt. I felt her cold trembling hands on my rock hard abdomen.

I groaned in response as my body erupted and shivered.

"See it as a birthday present" she suggested taking off her top.

Anna's lips skidded against my bare neck with stinging cold kisses, chastising me with her ravishing hunger.

Under her touch, I am a lesser man, weak and on my knees for something so subtle as her attention.

"Anna please!" I whispered as she pinned me against the wall in a perfervid manner. Her dainty fingers were entangled in dark hair as if she had been dying to play with it all day.

My nostrils flared. I was helpless in her flames, burned by the neon lust of her smokey lustful fever.

Anna's had that stubborn look in her eyes, a look that screamed, she will have me in any way she pleases.

I'm afraid for her to take a step closer. Terrified that these wonderful sensations will turn me into a madman, under her charms and rough persuasions.

"Anna!" I laughed softly as I guided her out of the bathroom and into my room, "My parents" I reminded her nodding my head in the direction of the kitchen.

She huffed, and then rolled her eyes, "fine I just thought you liked me..." her words trail off as she blushed miserably.

Then it hit me, I figured Anna out! She's was the type of girl who wanted to be loved, and it took all of her bravery to express her emotions, no matter how much she pretended to be Superwoman...I was her kryptonite, I made her vulnerable.

I made her care.

A smile I couldn't control crept on the ridges of my face.

"Aww come here" I chuckled as I grabbed her waist.