AN: Christmas fluff ahead!!!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own HSM. Though I wish I owned Troy
Sweetheart,
Can you hear the Christmas bells ringing along the street? Can you hear what they are calling? In silver-sweet, delicate voices they are saying, "It's Christmas, and all around the world, people are at peace." Can you see the white snow, lying unmarred in great sheets, all across the neighbourhood? We finally have a white Christmas. Can you smell your chocolate chip cookies in the oven? Go check on them, quickly, I don't want burnt cookies! I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
What I'm trying to say is… when Christmas is in the air, everyone practically breathes red and white and green. Those are supposed to be Christmas colors, right? But my Christmas isn't one of green or red. It's one of deep and deeper brown.
Why? Because deep brown is the color of your glossy curls, which are gilded with firelight as I look at you now. And deeper brown is the color of your sweet, earnest eyes as they gaze at me, and the love in them makes them all the more dearer and lovelier. And light golden-brown is the color of your skin; warm as it presses against mine. And the flushed pink of your cheeks is absolutely stunning, as well as the shining white of your teeth as you laugh. The embers cast flickering shadows across your face, and all I can see are your eyes once more.
It's true, what they say – eyes are the windows to the soul. Your eyes, my love, told me of your gentle and caring nature the moment I saw you. And in all the years I've known and loved you, I've only just begun to see the full extent of your kindness and your trueness.
You know I've never been good with words. That's always been your forte. So go easy on me, okay?
These are the colors of my Christmas, Gabriella. Your russet hair that lays against your golden neck, your laughing, coffee-colored eyes as they smile at me, your beautiful pale blue sweater embroidered with silver, your perfectly shaped pink nails, your rose-colored lips, your crimson cheeks, your black shoes… and the almost-blinding whiteness of your heart. I know what people say – you're too good to be true, and that your strengths must hide flaws. But they're saying it the wrong way. You have your imperfections, Gabriella, but they are what make you real. Even the most gracious angel of heaven has its faults, and they cannot be more endearing than yours.
The way you want everything to be perfect, and how you hope too much. The way you bite your lip when you're unsure that just makes me want to kiss you. The way you hate limes with an unnatural passion. The way you fiddle with the rings on your finger. The way you spend two and a half hours in the shower when I tell you I'm taking you out to dinner.
And these little imperfections are shadowed by your wonderful beauty and inner peace. Your hair is like silk, your skin like satin and your eyes like pools I want to immerse myself in forever.
Am I getting too cheesy here? Warn me when to stop.
All I can say is, I've never been happier than when you said "I do", Gabby. Do you know how gorgeous you looked on our wedding day? Your hair looked almost black, and I've never seen someone with that big of a smile. And even though it was seven months ago, I still remember everything. I'll remember it for the rest of my life.
Can you feel the Christmas spirit knocking on everyone's door, filling hearts with love? Can you taste… oh, never mind, I can't think of anything with taste.
I love you, Gabs.
Troy
AN: So this was pretty much a drabble... a confusing drabble... but it's my Christmas drabble, so yay! Merry Christmas, Happy Boxing Day and a Happy New Year to all!