Disclaimer: As much I wished I owned Roger, I don't. Sadly, I don't own any other character from RENT either.
She's My Drug
If most people saw me, they would say that I've been clean for over a year. But they are wrong, so wrong. Why are they wrong? They are wrong because she's my drug…and I'm addicted.
Everything about her is addicting, the way she moves, the way she talks…everything.
Some people may call it lust, some people may call it infatuation…but I call it love.
Love. It's a funny word. Nobody can actually define it. It's just there. You just know when you love somebody…and I love her.
I would do anything in my power for her…anything to make her happy. Anything to see that smile light up her face, anything to hear her voice filled with joy.
Like the little things in life, bringing her flowers for no reason, or making her breakfast in bed. The little, unappreciated things, like buying her favorite brand of cereal even though you hate it, or renting her favorite movie even though it makes you cry every time you watch it with her because she cries too, and you can't do anything to stop her tears.
I'm so hopeless…so hopelessly in love with her. I wake up every morning with a smile on my face because she's in my arms. I go to bed each night thanking my lucky stars that she is mine.
And one day…we're going to get married. We're going to get married in a big, tall church and she's going be breathtakingly beautiful in her long, white dress. I'll look goofy in my rented tux, but really, it's all about her. All about how she looks…all about how she feels.
Why? Because I know how I feel about her. I'm going to love her until the day that I die. And even after that…because 'till death do us part' just isn't going to cut it. We're going to die sooner than others, once the AIDS sets in. But I'm going to love her in the afterlife…if there is one. I'm going to be with her forever…for all eternity.
She's my drug…and I'm addicted.
A/N: Sorry this one is so short. Hopefully it's short and sweet.