Scars
I think it's the first time when I really see ... the scars on your body ... I'm moving my palms over them, trying somehow to make them disappear. You jerk suddenly becoming aware that the subtle light your room allowed me to see them.
Warm tears are coming down from my cheeks, touching softly your skin. Your palms meet mines trying to reassure me. Your gaze is searching mine. I feel that I'm melting from the watmth what it exudes.
Your eyes sparkle reflecting your intense desire and concern. Perhaps I look stupid. Kami, I wonder why you're still with me. How can you be so careful and thoughtful with me despite I'm being starry-eyed?
Your lips meet mine causing all my worries to disappear. You dominate me, it's a nice feeling to let myself be prey of your touch, to feel your hands on my body. But I'm not going to let everything go like this ... I do not want to upload you with my worries and I do not want you to worry about me.
I want to be the one what alleviate your pain, the person with what you will share everything until the very end. Your heart is too full of scars, but I wil be your cure. I want to make you happy, I want to make you enjoy every day spent with me.
I'm too selfish, nee ? Even the little blue man said that when I ate the whole wasabi chocolate, but I just can not help myself with it ... I love you so much that my entire being wants you to be truly happy.
My lips meet yours when you retire trying to see if my condition was improved. You're surprised and you're right. It's not my style to initialize a kiss and my kiss it's so hungry that you're astounded.
I'm smiling when the kiss is becoming increasingly intense. I may be weak, I'm not as strong as I would like, maybe Rukia would have been a better choice, but still ...
I will give all my best to make you to not regret it. I'm gonna heal all your scars, even the ones about what you're not aware, with my love. I'll be always there when you will need me, because ... you're the most important person in my life and I want to make you feel it.
