I love you.
I love you. You make my life worth living. The way you smile, the cute puppy dog face, those deep emerald eyes. I like to fall into the depth of your eyes, your warm hugs. It's heavenly. I never thought anyone will bring this side of me. From the demon prez who beats up the guys to the girl blushing furiously even when you inch close.
The other day you kissed me. In the library. I was mad, worried and lost. I know it was for something small but I still can't help it. You came and hugged me from behind. Your chest on my back.
"I hate it when you frown."
"Idiot! You scared me!"
"Strawberry"
"Huh?"
"You are wearing strawberry lotion today"
"Why does it matter baka!"
You start planting light kisses on the nape of my neck. I shiver from your touch. I have always enjoyed it. Your touch, the fact that you notice every change in me. Makes me feel like somebody cares. Your hands roam around near my waist. You never forced me into anything I didn't want. You wait. You are still waiting. But you never complaint.
I remember the first time you confessed that you want to touch me…very badly. We were simply sitting on the sofa and watching a movie, when suddenly the movie was showing a very intimate scene. A slight blush reached my face, which increased manifold as you started running your fingers from my hand, to my neck and my face. You took my face into both your hands.
"Misa"
"Hmm"
"You are so beautiful!"
"Shut up, baka"
"I want you to be yours, fully. And you to be mine."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
And that's it. You just left from my side. Your warmth suddenly disappeared. I didn't realise what you meant then. It registered my mind when suddenly you lost control over your actions one day but only for a matter of seconds. Surprisingly I didn't panic. It just felt nice. And then I realised how much you endure, for me.
I let you in then. When you tried to get away, I pulled you back. Being the space alien, my space alien that you are, you understood all too soon.
"Really?"
"I love you."
A small blush crept on to your ears. Maybe because you never really heard me say that. I know I must be looking like a tomato. You chuck at that.
"I love you too, Misaki. But are you sure about this?"
"Yes."