Me of Tomorrow

New Life

It's been almost a year since Elliot and I got together. There has been lots of ups and downs but we were able to surpass them just by trusting each other. Although there are still times when he succumbs to the loneliness, Elliot's getting better at accepting himself. His friends and Brooke has also been more than helpful in assuring him of the good things his life has. I can say that all's been good and smoothly sailing. Well, except for one thing. 

No matter how much we love and support each other, we can't control time. Elliot has been busier at work while I'm getting a lot more into my post-grad and business ventures that we only find time to see each other at the end of the week. You can say that I'm having an Elliot drought. We might be enjoying how our life since being together turned out but it's not enough. I crave for him in more than ways he can tell. Every minute of my day is spent thinking about him, all thoughts leading into him being with me. 

We went to great ends to be together and right now, I feel like we should be ready to take another step and rebuild our lives, together. 

Ok, I am not planning to ask his hand for marriage, yet. I want him to move in with me. I want to wake up in the morning and see his beautiful face beside mine and greet him with a kiss on his lips. I want to see him tucked in beside me as the night falls so I can be assured that he's alright. I want to spend every possible time with him. 

My only problem? 

Elliot. 

I don't know how he feels about it. It's just been few months since he moved out of his apartment and lived at his friends' house. I know he is happy there specially now with the presence of the two kids but I also know that to start our own lives, he has to set foot out of theirs and be with me. I am nothing but nerves just thinking about how he'll respond to me when I drop the question but heck, it's now or never. 

Today's one of the rare days were we both have free time so I invited him out for lunch. Exchanging messages has been our way to reach out to each other. Elliot hates talking on the phone, afraid that he's going to run out of things to say. One thing I noticed tho is he has the habit of replying, 'O.K.' when he's excited. Yes, with the uppercase letters and period. When he's sad or jealous, he'll text you with a 'k' and when he's on work mode, it's 'ok'. Let's just say that the lunch out earned me an 'O.K.'.

I dress up with my basic v-neck shirt that always gets to Elliot. It's a little fit so it accentuates my abs and muscles. I don't usually dress to be vein but I love it when he tries not to look at my body and bites his lips as if holding back himself from attacking me. I love the attention I get from him. It assures me that his eyes are only for me. 

"Axon." I turn from my car and shoot my wonderful boyfriend an award-winning smile. He gives me a once-over, bites his lips then frowns. I hold back a chuckle. "I hate it when you dress like that."

I raise an eyebrow enjoying how frustrated he looked. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. You know we haven't seen each other for few days and you're being a tease like this. I hate it." 

He clearly loves it but I guess he's too shy to tell me that. "I missed you too, boo. Today's a long day. Let's get started so we get to spend the most of it together."

We went to one of the restaurants my parents own just few miles away from the city. We split the bill like always and as insisted by Elliot everytime we go out. I do what he wants because that's just how much I'm whipped for him and I do understand why he wants it to be done that way. He wants to take care of me the way I take care of him. 

After the lunch, we go to my flat; well to satisfy our pent-out frustrations and just spend the rest of the day cuddled beside each other. 

Now's the time to get my thoughts together and tell him what I've been meaning to tell him.