My Love, My Sunshine (Chanlix)[ COMPLETED]

6

The smell of hot chocolate had filled the room.

For me,

The hot chocolate has to be milk - all milk -with two heaped spoons of a mixture that contains real cocoa. I can't abide that stuff that's just flavoring and sugar, I'd rather just have milk with a dash of vanilla than that junk. Then near Christmas I add the whipped cream topping with a drizzle of hot fudge sauce. Perfection. I don't need Starbucks, though that stuff is damn good, I can make it myself, put on my own jazz and sit by the fire.

Even though I would have just preferred some chocolate,

There is something in the dark brown sweet I had always found beautiful. The way it glistened when it melted. The way it crumbled when it was hard. It was exotic; made from a far grown coco bean. In my mouth it turned to liquid and let me discover new pleasure. Once it was finished, all eaten, my heart ached for more. I was in love with chocolate more than I had ever been before.

This Christmas Eve I feel so very blessed. This Christmas Eve is a time for family and friends, for warm drinks and warm laughter, for sharing good stories and books.
The usually gloomy hose was filled with Christmas spirit,

When we commercialize our love, especially with expensive gifts, we render it cheap. Love cannot be bought nor sold. And so, to find the Christmas spirit, to find pure love, we must give what is within, because to be happy with what is free is freedom.

The Christmas "light" this season is learning how to silence entitlement and amplify gratitude and true giving of the soul. When we are each other's light at Christmas, the darkness is beaten. When we extend this throughout the year, the victory is won. The Christmas light is when you led from the heart and soul to make our society and world a better place - it has nothing whatever to do with those polluting LED strings of plastic and wires. So, love, light up the dark, keep on shining.

I look around and see all those Christmas decorations making the house look beautiful. But personally, my favorite Christmas decoration was a bunch of flowers in a vase to sit upon the table. There always had to be red blooms and white. It would be wrapped in some brown paper, recycled from earlier in the year and wrapped in garden-wall ivy.

The Christmas desserts looked delicious, this Christmas it was the cupcake-mince pie. Felix had suggested it, I was skeptical at first, but his enthusiasm won me over. He had one of those infections up beat personalities, the sort you have an urge to protect the same as a candle flame in outdoor air.

Felix, my adorable sunshine, sometimes when I see him I start to wonder, isn't it funny, that if I had made a different decision I wouldn't be here now? If I had put a different answer on that sheet, my fate would've been written in different ink. Because if I was sat here in a different universe, without him by my side, I would have never become complete.

There's something about Felix that makes me feel so young inside, but not in a childish way. He wakes the pure side of me, the best side, all the facets of myself that only require love to be healthy and whole. Should I have eternity to be with this guy I would sink into serenity, just content to be close. Our energy vibrates in such a unique way, each the perfect complement of the other. I'm not simply "in love," I'm well and truly smitten. Any other could only be a poor reflection, no more substantial than a shadow of the real thing.

Felix is what makes my heart strong. His smile alone burnishes my soul into a beauty it could never have achieved on its own. Before we met I was one, now I am a half, yet somehow so much more than I ever was before.

In him I see the chance for that kind of love they say doesn't exist anymore. The type that spans far longer than one lifetime. I want a love that's passion and determination, fire with earth, yet is also a serenity souls can dwell in forever. It's not the kind of love for mortals, lover, so come if you dare. It takes courage to walk into the light after a lifetime of semi-shadows; it takes the heart of a lion because no-one survives its loss. So forever or bust, let's go.
He is the sweetest melody on these eyes and ears. I could wrap myself up in his words and sleep more soundly than a baby. I guess that's attraction but it feels so deep, as if this were the start of a song that plays on and on, something so soothing to my soul. So I'm wishing on every rainbow, I'm wishing under skies of velvet cloud and acres of blue, that he is the soulmate I've needed for so very long.

As I was thinking I was looking into Felix's eyes more than the movie, his eyes were hundreds times more interesting that the same classic movie being displayed on the screen.

He notices me looking at him, he also stared at my eyes with the same amount of admiration I had for him within me. He suddenly hugged me.

His hug is stronger than anything I've ever known, as if holding me wasn't quite enough, he has to feel every ounce that I am press into every ounce that is him. In that moment of feeling he is so close I am awake somehow, more alive than I have been in so very long. For there are times I am as a butterfly who yearns for the cocoon, to be safe within walls, protected. That's what I feel. It helps. So if it would be okay, if it's what he want too, I wish he would wrap those arms around me every chance the universe is kind enough to bring. For in this world, this is our gold, our food and pure rain... it is the love that makes everything else possible.

"This movie is dumb." Felix says,

"Don't be such a girl," he wrap his arms around my torso and hugs me close.

"I bet you're tired," I say as my arms encircle his waist and my head lolls to his shoulder.

"Maybe," he murmurs with a tiny sigh. I smile happily.

He suddenly stops cuddling me, I slowly feel the coldness coming towards me but right then he leans in closer, he stares into my eyes and then kisses my cheek.

To most, a kiss on the cheek would be a sign of friendship, or a polite way to greet a stranger. But I know that a simple peck can convey as much meaning as a full-on kiss. Simple though it may be, a kiss on the cheek is special in its own, unique way.

I feel my cheeks getting red and hear him giggling, not loudly to catch our friend's attention who are happily kissing or drowning in each other's eyes. I slowly lean in and kiss his neck with soft butterfly kisses.

As I kiss his neck a wave of pure pleasure runs through my entire body. His perfume is intoxicating. As I kiss my way gently up his neck to lips that taste of cherry, the scenery disappears and I am lost in this moment.

Felix moved his head closer to mine. I sat there frozen, from both fear and excitement. He leans in, so his foreheads rests against mine. We close our eyes. Both our breaths are shaking.

"Thank you," he says in barely more than a whisper.

"For what?" I replied, my voice low and husky.

"For being you." His voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them.
Felix gently leans in and kisses my lips. We pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain ourselves anymore, I hold Felix's head in my hands and pull him into a fiery and passionate kiss.