Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, but you can be the one to break it to my muse.
A/N: Another short Logan/Jean fic.
The Meaning of Love
---------------Jean---------------
Sometimes I lay awake at night and discover my heart longs for another. Not the man lying next to me, but for someone else. For Logan. I realize that Scott isn't the one for me, that I actually *can* live without him, although before I felt differently.
If someone were to ask me what I thought true love was, I would have told them this...
Love is when you feel the need to be with that one person all the time, it's when you have your fights, you have your differences, but still you feel the need to go back to them.
It's someone who'll always be there for you when in need. They'll comfort you when you're sad, hold you when you're lonely, they'll be there to offer you a shoulder to cry on, or an arm to wrap around you and make you feel safe.
Love is the feeling of longing for that one person that will make everything better, someone who can make sense out of things that don't make any sense. When the one you love is away, your heart will ache and burn, it will make it that much sweeter upon their return.
If the one you truly love dies, a part of you will most certainly die with them. You'll cry forever and ever it will seem, or be too choked up to leak a tear. You will know that you'll never be the same again, and you can't possibly go on. Of course, you will go on, the person you love would have wanted it that way. You'll know that you have to go on with your life, although you can't imagine ever being happy again.
Right now I know that I've felt all those things, those feelings that don't go away. Some of them are scary, you don't know if you can make the leap. You feel a little unsure, not quite ready to jump into the arms of your love. I have to make that leap, "lover's leap". I just hope Logan is ready to leap with me.
---------------Logan---------------
Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean I love you. These things run through my mind, echoing over and over. If it was easy to love, to defiine love, I woulda done it already. But it ain't that easy. I know that I love Jean, if I didn't know, I wouldn't be feeling the way I do.
When I see Jean I get all twisted up inside, like it's knowing there's something infront of me that I can't have. If Scott loved Jean the way I do, if I knew he loved her the way I do, I probably would leave 'er alone. But I know Jean doesn't love him so strongly either. The way she looks at him, I can just tell.
The kind of love I feel for Jean is so strong, it's keepin' me at Xavier's. It's not only that though...I imagine myself dying, and the one thing I'd wish for would be ta see her one last time, to smell her, to see her smile, her sweet green eyes.
Jean would be the only woman who could make me cry, I feel so strongly for her. If she were ever ta die, I'd just break down and never be able ta pick myself up again. My heart would go ta pieces in an instant and I wouldn't be able ta go on living.
I love her so much, I'd give up everything just ta be with her, to hold her in my arms and tell 'er everything'll be alright. I can't imagine my life without her. I'd die for her.
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A/N: Another short Logan/Jean fic.
The Meaning of Love
---------------Jean---------------
Sometimes I lay awake at night and discover my heart longs for another. Not the man lying next to me, but for someone else. For Logan. I realize that Scott isn't the one for me, that I actually *can* live without him, although before I felt differently.
If someone were to ask me what I thought true love was, I would have told them this...
Love is when you feel the need to be with that one person all the time, it's when you have your fights, you have your differences, but still you feel the need to go back to them.
It's someone who'll always be there for you when in need. They'll comfort you when you're sad, hold you when you're lonely, they'll be there to offer you a shoulder to cry on, or an arm to wrap around you and make you feel safe.
Love is the feeling of longing for that one person that will make everything better, someone who can make sense out of things that don't make any sense. When the one you love is away, your heart will ache and burn, it will make it that much sweeter upon their return.
If the one you truly love dies, a part of you will most certainly die with them. You'll cry forever and ever it will seem, or be too choked up to leak a tear. You will know that you'll never be the same again, and you can't possibly go on. Of course, you will go on, the person you love would have wanted it that way. You'll know that you have to go on with your life, although you can't imagine ever being happy again.
Right now I know that I've felt all those things, those feelings that don't go away. Some of them are scary, you don't know if you can make the leap. You feel a little unsure, not quite ready to jump into the arms of your love. I have to make that leap, "lover's leap". I just hope Logan is ready to leap with me.
---------------Logan---------------
Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean I love you. These things run through my mind, echoing over and over. If it was easy to love, to defiine love, I woulda done it already. But it ain't that easy. I know that I love Jean, if I didn't know, I wouldn't be feeling the way I do.
When I see Jean I get all twisted up inside, like it's knowing there's something infront of me that I can't have. If Scott loved Jean the way I do, if I knew he loved her the way I do, I probably would leave 'er alone. But I know Jean doesn't love him so strongly either. The way she looks at him, I can just tell.
The kind of love I feel for Jean is so strong, it's keepin' me at Xavier's. It's not only that though...I imagine myself dying, and the one thing I'd wish for would be ta see her one last time, to smell her, to see her smile, her sweet green eyes.
Jean would be the only woman who could make me cry, I feel so strongly for her. If she were ever ta die, I'd just break down and never be able ta pick myself up again. My heart would go ta pieces in an instant and I wouldn't be able ta go on living.
I love her so much, I'd give up everything just ta be with her, to hold her in my arms and tell 'er everything'll be alright. I can't imagine my life without her. I'd die for her.
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