Blue
To say that she looked like a goddess was an understatement. The morning light that shone through my tall windows that covered her white pinkish yellowish naked skin in a majestic glow, her hair like gold thread, spread everywhere, marking beauty where they belong, the folded sheets of my dark blue blankets that formed her perfect contour, a curled up ball against my lanky limbs, her sparkling eyelashes making me anticipate the colors of her eyes I've memorized. This figure in front of me, and I pray, may only appear in front of me, is one that makes me smile, first thing at seven o clock.
She is my sun.
"Good morning." I whisper as quietly as possible, at the first sight of her fluttering eyelids. She blinks, then shuts her eyes again. She makes a sound of irritation and further nuzzles on my chest, but not the bad kind. Just the burden of waking up.
Maybe it is really a burden. For her unconsciousness unleashes her beauty she isn't familiar of, but is actually one of the things I love the most about her. Finally, when her eyes are completely open, she looks up at me, ah, the eyes that wake me better than coffee of the same sweetness and color. The smile that never fails to soothe me.
"Hi." She giggles, and it feels like falling in love all over again. Pokes my nose. "You've got that Shakespeare look on your face again."
"You should know by now, not all the songs I sang and released so far are all the songs you inspired me to write." My Forever Muse.
She tilts her head, her messy but angelic hair, falling over shoulders and mildly ticking my neck. "You're writing a song about this moment? Right now?"
"In my head." Her cheeks turn pink and she smiles, I run my hand over her hair. "Not exactly a song, but just a bunch of words that popped up messily at this stage."
"You know what that means?" She rolls on top of me, a fresh energetic excitement enveloping the air.
"What?"
"That means when I'm with you, you can't help but notice me."
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Took you long enough to figure out."
She blows up her cheeks and looks away with a sulking expression, and I laughed because she looked silly, my type of silly, and never would I have thought I would love anything silly this much. "You never tell me."
I blink and sit up, urging her to do the same, the blankets barely covering her upper torso at all, in between my sprawled out legs. I smirk. "You could never take it. You'd be too flustered."
"I'd rather blush furiously than doubt if you love me or not."
I frown. "You doubt if I love you or not?"
She pokes her fingers together, thinking about what she said. "I don't know what you love about me. Aren't I too annoying?"
"You're definitely annoying." Her eyes widen. "For the eleven year old me."
She wraps her arms around me and whines. "Tell me."
I close my eyes and remember. "It started with the mystery that enclosed you, when it felt like you were a stranger yet I treated you as a friend.
The smiles you brought for everyone, with no exceptions. The endearing nicknames you gave out with complete etymology, and were too afraid to give me one. The bluntness of your beliefs, encouraging people that they are stronger and worth more than what they think.
The songs you sang, some I hated, some I loved, that made me want to break your first wall. The things you said, that felt like we were catching up like a blooming flower. The regret that came over me, when I realized I couldn't be the only one entranced by you. I thought it was too late.
The way you treat Takeru, as if he is your family. The way you first called me Yamato without any honorifics, like we were best friends. Who you became, after your stay in America, that made me want to break another of your walls. Your want to understand everyone, not considering if they want to be understood or not. Including me.
Your want to love everyone, and to be loved, not considering if they want to love you or to be loved by you or not. Including me.
Who you are to me, when I realized I fell in love with you. Made me want to be the only one that completely breaks through all your walls." When I stop, she looks up and abruptly kisses me. The sweet taste of her lips is the only kind of candy I would enjoy.
"Tell me more often."
"Noted." I kiss her again and pull her closer, the feel of her nakedness against mine wrapping me in an irreplaceable warmth. "I forgot something."
She giggles again. "That was enough."
"I need to say it, in case you doubt." Her small frame settles on my body, one side leaning on me, as it's always supposed to. "Waking up never feels like a drag when it's with you." Her eyes sparkle fondly, and I smile and wipe my finger on one. "So that's why it's called morning glory."