namelessswashere
Captain America. That's what everyone calls him. I just call him the love of my life.
We met in a crowded coffee shop one day, when there was no where else to sit. I don't think I'll ever forgot that smile as he slid into the seat beside me, before even asking the question.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"Depends. Are you going to slurp that coffee?"
And that first conversation pretty much is what killed me, saved me, and opened me up to a whole new world. A world called love. And it was that coffee shop, those first words, that brought me to him.
And then, right when I thought life couldn't get better...I was right. It would never get better. It would never even come close. Not after the day I came home to Steve, my Steve, to have been with someone else.
It's like it broke me.
I'm not sure why.
At first I wanted to cry.
I wanted him to cry.
Then I was angry.
I wanted him to hurt.
And then I was broken.
And I wanted him to die.
-Mature language, reference to sex, alcohol