Disclaimer: I do not own the Third Watch characters. I did not think them
up or create them.
To some people, love is like a soothing lullaby they heard every night when they were a child. Or a classical song that sounds as if it belongs in a movie like Gone With The Wind. To others it's like hard rock, like Linkin Park. To some, love is like a soft breeze playing gently across their face. To others, it's like the harsh winter air during a hailstorm. To me, it was never really anything except an emotion felt by most, but not me. Don't get me wrong. I loved my parents. But not in the way I mean. I mean the mushy, lets share a house, his and her towels, oh, my hearts melting, let's get married, l-o-v-e. I had dated many guys, and liked them as friends, but never as a real boyfriend. I had kinda felt love when Davis and I were dating. But not really. Or at least, that's what I thought. But now, I think it might turn out different. Things might be right. So, here I stand, on New Years Eve, at 11:58, listening to Davis tell me how he feels. Then he asks me if I feel even remotely the same. I hesitate for a moment, and then motion for him to lean down to my ear. Then slowly, as if I had never said this before (I hadn't) whisper as the clock turns 11:59, "Tyreen Davis Jr. I love you with all my heart and will never stop until the day I don't draw another breath. I will love you until the day the world stops turning. So, does that answer you're question?"
After I said this, Ty (affectionately named Davis) stood up straight, then leaned back down and kissed my cheek. After that, he looked at my eyes, as if asking my approval. To answer him, I kissed him on the lips softly just as the clocks turned 12:01.
"Happy New Year, Alex Taylor." Davis whispered as fireworks lit up the sky.
~* Sorry so short, but I wrote it really late. My sister and I made it up.
To some people, love is like a soothing lullaby they heard every night when they were a child. Or a classical song that sounds as if it belongs in a movie like Gone With The Wind. To others it's like hard rock, like Linkin Park. To some, love is like a soft breeze playing gently across their face. To others, it's like the harsh winter air during a hailstorm. To me, it was never really anything except an emotion felt by most, but not me. Don't get me wrong. I loved my parents. But not in the way I mean. I mean the mushy, lets share a house, his and her towels, oh, my hearts melting, let's get married, l-o-v-e. I had dated many guys, and liked them as friends, but never as a real boyfriend. I had kinda felt love when Davis and I were dating. But not really. Or at least, that's what I thought. But now, I think it might turn out different. Things might be right. So, here I stand, on New Years Eve, at 11:58, listening to Davis tell me how he feels. Then he asks me if I feel even remotely the same. I hesitate for a moment, and then motion for him to lean down to my ear. Then slowly, as if I had never said this before (I hadn't) whisper as the clock turns 11:59, "Tyreen Davis Jr. I love you with all my heart and will never stop until the day I don't draw another breath. I will love you until the day the world stops turning. So, does that answer you're question?"
After I said this, Ty (affectionately named Davis) stood up straight, then leaned back down and kissed my cheek. After that, he looked at my eyes, as if asking my approval. To answer him, I kissed him on the lips softly just as the clocks turned 12:01.
"Happy New Year, Alex Taylor." Davis whispered as fireworks lit up the sky.
~* Sorry so short, but I wrote it really late. My sister and I made it up.