Stories That No One Will Ever Care To Read

Insomniac

(I thinking you get the idea than the cover art isn't mine)

I lie awake at night. Just staring at my glow in the dark star sticker covered ceiling. I know it's childish to have those at my age but I love them to death. They make me feel like I'm looking at a whole galaxy. Sometimes I count them to fall asleep. I think there are about 132 of them but it's hard to count them when they are scattered like they are.

It's so quiet in here. The only noises I can hear are my own breathing, the sound of my heart beating, and the sound of the heater.

It's the beginning of January and we haven't had a single snowflake, which is unusual in the Midwest. I swear my room is the coldest in the house... I have at least five blankets on and yet I'm still absolutely frigid. I hate the cold and yet I am always freezing like this.

I was built for somewhere warm and sunny. Maybe that's why I feel like I dont belong here. I never have actually... well, except when I'm with him. I'm constantly thinking about him day and night. No matter how hard I try I can't seem to get him out of my head... not that I would want to anyway. Why on earth would I want to forget that smile that lights up my world and my heart, those artic ocean blue eyes with a spatter of chocolate brown in the right iris that makes my heart flutter like an awakened butterfly on the brightest day, and that golden blonde hair that flows anyway it wants to and yet still looks breathtaking.

He is my one and only, my other half, my missing piece. He is there for me when nobody else is and I am proud to not only call him my best friend, but also the love of my life.
(Sounds cheesy huh... It gets worse.)

I'm very lucky that I found him when I did. If I didn't I probably wouldn't be alive to this day. "He saved me in every way a person can be saved." That may be a quote from Titanic but it is also extremely accurate in my case.

I'm a bit "suicidal" as they would call it. He saved my life many times. He convinced me that I had something to live for. That I was beautiful when I thought I was hideous. That I had a purpose when I believed I was useless.

Story time..... Once upon a time I was having an anxiety attack again and whenever I do I tell him because he is the only person that can make me feel better than ever. He tells me beautiful things like,
"I would never want to forget about you... nor would I be able to, I have had the best 3 months of my life so far being with you, and I wouldn't trade it for any amount of money in the world, and when someone says that I would be better off without you I say "kind sir/madam, thank you for the advice, but with all due respect, fuck you." Because I can't and don't want to find another woman/man, because I have never had more fun with our conversations,"arguments", dates, and what would come in the future. I have never felt more joy from a noise as when I hear my phone or my iPad light up with the noise from hangouts. Because I love......LOOOOOOVE, dealing with your bullshit."
That was a while ago though.

I love him more than anyone has ever loved another person. I couldnt live without him. And as I think about him holding me in his arms, I drift asleep, as always... dreaming of him.

(These keep getting worse)