I had her in my arms. She would just kiss me whenever she wanted. Her small petite body just fit in my arms as we lay down in this small old couch with the dim light of the television.
Love always felt so nice and addicting. I didn't know when I will get the taste of the sting when the end came approach me. Looking up to me, she could easily sense I had something else in my mind. Then her soft lips were against the skin of my neck, kissing me sloppily.
"Are you okay?"
"Never be better." I whispered, returning the small kiss on her temple. She held my hand around her softly, eyes were still locked with mine.
We didn't speak much. her kisses and touches were enough to say out loud that she loved me as much as I did.
After everything I had, finally I'd be able to hold her close like this. Calling her mine and loving her.
"Hey, Harper?"
"Yes, love?"
"Nothing. I just want to hear your voice more." I smiled as I heard her sweet words, pulling off the strings of my heart and lingering to my ears. "What do you want to hear, baby?"
"Say 'I love you'."
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you, M. I love you."
She smiled, kissing my lips before she moved a bit in my hug to face the television.
[found this when i went through my old drafts and decided to publish it here.]
