Laid Bare And Bleeding

Your Words Hold Me, Bound Me, And They Lie

I couldn't finish this one, sorry!

Matt could never understand why he does such things, but he was thankful for that. He couldn't understand the things he'd do and why he'd do them. He just likes doing things. Words were never his forte, he was an action man. And yes, as funny as that may sound, he lives up to such a title; thinking actions hold more meaning than those of words. And he believed to be right.

But then came She; a lovely blond gal from out of town. She was lovely. Immensely. Her blond hair was cropped short, and her eyes were two pieces of blue jewels, too lovely to be specified. She was the loveliest girl he ever saw. And when she decided to ask him about the place, Matt swore he heard angels when he first heard her talk. “lovely, gal, aren't ya?” she flushed at his words, and Mattieu said he wasn't good with them,

“i like to believe so, I guess,” she said, and after that Matt knew she was the girl he'd be taking home to his brothers’. She was just perfect. And probably the best thing there was in this little town of his. He got well acquainted with this lovely gal, spoke to her a few times and maybe even walked her home once. She was good company, Matt decided. Hoped she liked his as much as he with hers, he thought. The night was creeping fast, and the cold was too. He smiled at her, genuine and charming. She returned it–lovely thing, she was. And Matt couldn't help himself from falling.

It started out with a simple ‘hello’ a good-mannered gesture, then it slowly turned into a ‘how are ya?’, something good friends would ask each other, but then one day, when they were both out for a lovely stroll near the green woods, she stopped him. Of course he was taken aback when she did, but Matt never thought it'd happen all to quickly—she pulled him close and whispered, her voice that of an angel's, ‘I kinda like a man with a few rough edges,’

His face burned red, his palms turned sweaty as she smiled at him, again, and gave him a sweet peck on his cheek. Mattieu couldn't believe it, his fate and herself. She was too lovely. Immensely. He tried to return her smile, but ended up with his grin being crooked. She giggled, she was perfect. “How about it, Williams?” she hooked her finger under his chin—she was lovely. Immensely.

Regaining his composure, Matt gave her his most charming smirk and said, “I like my women with a few edges, too. Maybe with a few curves, here and there,” she laughed, light-sounding and pure. He leaned in and gave her a lovely kiss on her lips, so tender and soft, she smiled into it, wrapping her slender arms ‘round his neck. It was a lovely night. Mattieu remembered, immensely.
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Lovely blond gal from out of town; she was lively. Her aura made everybody happy, especially her charming partner. And after that wonderful night, when she told him ‘bout how she felt, Mattieu didn't waste anytime making her feel like the loveliest gal in the world. And she is, for him, of course.

3 years into their marriage and they were alright. Matt wanted to live somewhere away from noises and city lights, so they decided to go off into the woods of Saskatchewan, Canada. They stayed there, for some time and some day. It was there, their family grew and then she bared child, a lovely boy. And like his momma, he was lovely. Immensely.

They named him Jamie; little boy from out of town. He looked like his father: all tall and strong. His blond hair just like his, and with simple gestures just like daddy. He looked exactly like Matt, but what was different were his eyes: so blue, they were deep— almost dark— blue eyes. Just like his momma, he had her sense of charm and charisma. He had her light and pure person with a hint of his father's, quiet but caring.

Lovely little Jamie, loved animals. Just like his daddy; he'd play with them in their backyard, by the lake, and anywhere else he'd find his little friends. He loved ‘em so much, he even asked for a lil chickadee from daddy and when Matt came home with the little bird, Jamie was through the roof with excitement. He named his little chick ____, he'd bring his little friend almost everywhere! Though momma told him to clean up after his pet and to not sleep next to him every bedtime, and he did. Such a responsible boy, Jamie.

And tonight, like every other night, Matt would tuck in his little boy, tell him a bedtime story until he'd drift off and kiss him goodnight. And his lovely wife would be at their son's door, with her arms folded across her chest, a beautiful smile graced her features as she looked at this lovely family of theirs. He noticed her at the door way as he quietly stood himself up, and walked over to her with his arms around her slender waist, “hey there,”

“what’chu smilin at, Maple?” he said, she giggled as she shut the bedroom door.“nothin’, I'm just really happy to have both of you,” she said, tilting her head against his shoulder, “I guess I'm just really lucky, ‘s all.” Matt kissed the top of her head, humming in satisfaction. “Shouldn’t I be saying that?” “Aw, Matt, you know I can't help myself with such things... Words bind themselves around you, sweetie,” he looked at her questioningly, “whats that suppose to mean?” she shrugged, taking his, much larger and rougher, hand into hers as she looked at the golden circle around their ring fingers, almost in a blissful way.

“Hey, Matt... I want you to promise me something,” she said, after a moment, “Anything, maple,” “alright, then... Promise me, that no matter what tomorrow may bring, you'll never change, and that you'll always...
“Always, remember that your family, loves you. Jamie, your brothers, and me... We love you, I love you,” she said, so quiet it sounded like a personal prayer. Matt was a bit taken aback at her words, “what’s the ma—” he tried to say, but she cut him off, “just—... Please, promise me, Mattieu.” she wouldn't call him that if she weren't serious, but she was. “Alright, I promise. Anything for you and Jamie,” he said, still holding her soft hand, she hummed. It was peaceful.

They stayed like that, embracing one another, for a moment, but if they could, maybe forever. She was his and he was hers, everything was perfect and as it should be. And Matt could have never wanted anything else.
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6 years into their marriage, and Mattieu was at his happiest. Their lovely boy was now six, and....

I'm sorry but this is where I stopped, but feel free to continue it tho.  I Lost inspiration halfway.