She was humming, the sweetest melody, under her breath. Her hair was pulled into a braid, laying on her right shoulder. She was folding the laundry, her own clothes, into neat piles.

I stared at her from the doorway, watching her separate my own clothes from hers.

Looking at her filled me warmth and complete bliss. She was mine to hold, mine to cherish, and mine forever.

Looking at her, I could only think of how much closer I wanted to be to her. How I wanted to stop her hands from folding, turn her to look at me, stare at her big brown eyes, tangle my hands in her hair, kiss her throat, her ear, her nose, her jaw, and finally her lips.

To tell her how much she meant to me, how I would die without her, how I would give up anything for her.

To tell her how much I loved her and how I'd always be with her.

To tell her-

"Fang. Fang, hello? Fang, sweetie,", Max was waving her hands in front of me, with the slightest smile on her face. I was lost in my thoughts and didn't notice her trying to capture my attention.

"Fang, finally. What were you thinking about?" Max asks as she returns to folding the clothes.

"You. I was thinking about you." I walk up to her and wrap my arms through her waist.

"What about me?" She asks, with the most innocent smile on her face.

She was too cute, too special, too precious. Seeing that smile everyday would be enough for me. I could die happily after seeing that smile.

"I was thinking about what a great humming voice you have." I say, with my head resting on her left shoulder, smirking slightly, trying to get her worked up.

"Fang! Shut up." She turns and slaps me with a towel, but I can tell she's not mad.

I can tell that she loves it.

I can tell that she doesn't mind it.

She adores the attention.

And thats the thing about her. In public, she doesn't like being the center of attention. But when she's with me, she wants to be the center of my attention. She wants me to listen to her, to talk to her, to watch her, to take care of her. She likes to be independent sure, but she likes it when I'm with her better. She wanted to be the center of my universe, she tries everyday to be the center of my universe, but she was so stupid. Too stupid to realize that she was already the center of my universe. The apple of my eye. My only true love.

I hold her hands in my own and watch as she drops the towel. Watch as her eyes dim, watch as she moves her lips from a pout to just the slightest hint of a smile. I pull her closer, because God knows she's too far away. I wrap my arms around her waist, kiss her cheek, breathe her in, breathe in her sweet smell. I bring my lips to her ear and whisper the only words that come to mind when I see her.

"I love you."

Yea okay, you hate me.

But it's whatever. Feeling good, living better.