I gaze at his body, from head to toes damn i was satisfied that he has a good body, my man’s sexy i though, running my fingers from his stomach to his neck then brush his chin lightly not to wake him. I let go of my hand quickly laying on it as i stare at him.
He was peacefully asleep and i was watching him sleep. He had no snore as if a baby was sleeping. His face was all i was looking at, i scanned analysed every detail in his face. But i couldn’t tell if he was ugly or handsome cause he was pretty hot. He had small Chinese’s eye which were hazel, English nose, perfect mouth with small lips, smooth skin but had a bit of beard on his chin. Well he had an ugly head but his hair cut made it look hot. Good.
He was perfect in a way. But i wasn’t inlove with how he looks. Although day and night i ask myself what a man like him doing with me? Cause I’m really beautiful and mama told me opposite attracts. Hot people are for ugly people and thats why they say there are no ugly beings. I looked at him, guess we lucky.
I kept on staring at his face. Thinking about him. About how he makes me feel. Which was good most times but sometimes i want to run away from him, hide from his love and his presents. Being with him is the hardest yet so easy, we fight all the time but we make up like we never fought.
He makes me angry but happy. He always put a smile on my face even when it’s impossible too…..i smiled right next to him as i gaze at his face again and he was still asleep. Boy i love him i thought to myself still looking at him. I love him so much. One thing i couldn’t understand was:
- How can one person mean the world to me?
- How can he drive me insane and back to my senses?
- Is it crazy that I’ll die for him?
- Is it scary that I’d take thousand bullets just to prevent one bullet from hitting him.
- How can he make me feel so weak and still give me so much strength?
- How can one person change my mood in a second. From frowning to smiling.
- Is it dumb that he makes me happy?
- Is it stupid that I’m falling for him?
- So how can one person mean the world to me?
How can one person mean the world to me, that’s one thing i couldn’t understand and i knew it’ll take me years to figure out. But one thing i know and was sure of is that i love him and he loves me. I’m in love with him cause his the only light in my darkness.
He loved me when i couldn’t love myself. He gave me a real smile, he told me i was beautiful, he saw the real me that i couldn’t identify and that showed he knew me better than myself. With all the times that he hurt me, he never made me feel alone. And all the times that he made me cry, i could only remember the joy and happiness he brought to my life.
I turned my back on him so i could stop analysing and thinking about him. As i closed my eyes trying to think about something else i felt his legs touching mine, then his body drawing towards me. He placed his arm on top of me as he cuddle me so tight i felt a gentle kiss on my cheek, then he lay his head behind mine and i could feel his hot breath in my neck.
He was fast asleep again, with me in his arms and feeling so loved. I relaxed in his arms with nothing to think about but the same question. So again i ask…how can one person mean the world to me?