Why did I always take such a comfort in watching my girlfriend get dressed? That's a question that even I can't answer. But I always did. It always put a feeling that was in replaceable in my heart. Watching her half opened eyes and carelessly throwing a newly discarded top to the side and placing a fresh one on the upper-half of her body, well I pretended to sleep made me feel so...alive, so lucky. Lucky I'm in-love with my best-friend. She would dim the lights well the storm roared outside and the water fell down the window. Watching her gracefully move made me forget about the storm outside. She would always be careful not to wake me. But I was always awake. I needed to see her before she would disappear for the day and I only got that small light time with her before I had to work. Seeing her was absolute bliss. After all, when your a farmer there's no such thing as a day off. When I had a day off I would just stare at her. I would stare at her amber eyes. Her body movements usually careful to not make a mistake. But most of all I would watch her sing. That girl always had music in her soul. Sometimes I wonder if she noticed that I would follow her inside the house. And just stare at her naked figure in the shower. Clothes on the floor and steam rising from the shower. I would always find myself staring. And when she got out completely soaked, steam rising off her body, and water dripping down her small skinny body. She always would give me a light smile while wrapping a towel around her body she would tell me "All yours." and I would go into a complete daze and I was always snapped out of it when the door snapped close. I would look around the steamy room and slowly take off my clothes then step in the shower. I would just stand there until she yelled at me to get out since she ran on well water. I laughed every time and get out. She would storm in and give me a lecture. Un-fazed by my nudeness. My face always flushed with embarrassment and I would find the closet thing to cover myself with. She would always laugh and kiss my neck. How happy does Akari Fletcher make me? Happy isn't even the right place to start when talking about how she makes me feel. My name is Chase Fletcher. Happily married with two daughters. How did I meet someone so amazing as at the time Akari Brown? Luck? Chance? No. I was never supposed to meet her in the first place. I was supposed to get married to a woman named Maya and have a daughter named Dakota. Akari was supposed to meet a man named Gill in the city and they were supposed to have three boys. I was supposed to be angry my whole life stuck in a marriage I hated. Akari was supposed to stay in the city. And by the time I moved out of the island with Maya, Akari was supposed to move to the island where Gill and her would have there first child. But that didn't happen. I met Akari at twenty three in a grocery store. Our carts bumped into each other and from that moment my life was changed. A quick wet boy diving to deep for coins met a flightless bird. A classic boy meets girl story? Far from that. How to put Akari and I's love story? Irreplaceable. Definition: impossible to replace. Not many people get to experience this type of love