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Crazy Love

Today is the day.

Today, Rosemarie Hathaway will become Rosemarie Belikov.

It only took four years. Over a hundred near death experiences, and just as many reconnecting nights. A three-month stint as an undead monster. And last but not least, by any means, asking her Mob Boss of a father for her hand.

What I ever did to deserve her crazy love is beyond me. But as I stand at the altar, watching the doors, I can't help but think back to all the wonders we have traveled together.

Starting in Portland, hiding in the shadows and watching her through the small window. I swear I could hear her heart beating from where I stood. And to this day, no matter how far we are, five miles or a thousand, I can hear it in the back of my head. The steady beat reminding me that I have someone waiting for me.

Returning her to the Academy, taking her on as my very stubborn student. I hadn't been prepared for that when I first accepted the job as Sanctioned Guardian to Princess Vasilisa, but I am beyond happy that I did. It was that smile that did me in. When she looked at me, a light in her eyes, her lips parted in that beautiful full smile, the heavens opened. Shining a brilliant light around this personal angel of mine.

Ever since seeing her is like coming home. Drawing me in like a rivers song. Nothing quite compares to seeing her face after a long day at work. Or cuddling next to her warm slim body after a close call. I think what I love the most though, her ability to make me laugh when I feel like the world has turned against me.

For a short time, after the whole being undead and denying my love for her, there was a point where I felt nothing could go right. Even after she broke it off with Adrian and forgave me for being so damn idiotic, I felt as if every breath I took would be the last. I wanted to cherish every moment with her more, love her as much as I could. Fearing that one day, I wouldn't get to do it anymore. But she pulled me out of that.

Be it with her Rose-logic, or just a simple joke to lighten the air. The thousands of I love you's or in case you have forgotten how much you mean to me, messages kept me from sinking back into the despair I had been in after my restoration. She took away my troubles, stealing them like a thief in the night, never to be seen again.

It was then, in those dark depressing moments, that I realized just how much I need her. During the day. All through the night. I needed her like a fish needs water. I would hold her tight, and kiss her like no one was watching, even if they were. I needed her. Her love. Her connection. Simply her. And when I come home from a mission, her arms are the first place I go. Pulling her tightly to my chest, drawing in the sweet scent of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla body wash. Then we make sweet love for many hours until we are both spent and fall asleep with nothing but the sheets to cover our slick bodies.

And as I lie there awake in the brief moment before the blackness takes over, starring at the stark white ceiling of our little apartment in the Palace, I am whole. To the very depths of my soul, I am at peace when I am with her. It almost feels as if we were bound together. Not like the bond she shares- shared rather- with Lissa, but something far deeper. Something that goes beyond just knowing what the other is thinking or feeling without speaking a word. No. Our connection dives much further than that. Down to our very souls.

And as she strides toward me today, her arm linked through Abe's. A radiant smile gracing her lips. The shine of unshed tears in her brown eyes. And looking sexy as sin in that white dress. I still don't see how I am worthy of her love. Yet she gives it to me with all that she is. Crazy. Beautiful. Undying love.

She gives me it all.

Michael Bublé - Crazy Love

Hope you enjoyed, Kelly.

I posted it on Facebook (www facebook come/dreamwalkersobsession) but hit me with some new songs you guys want to see. Because if you leave it up to me alone, we will see a lot of Thomas Rhett, or hell, Blake Shelton coming our way.

And to 'IMME87' I am still playing around with the Linkin Park idea. I'm currently working on a 'What I've Done' one for Dimitri. I think it might just be the best one yet, so stick with me on that.

All My Love,

Dream