Disclaimer: Not mine. They're on my Christmas list, though. :)
A/N: Just something that came to me when I was supposed to be writing a paper. I had fun procrastinating, and I hope you enjoy reading it.
A/N part 2: I wrote this before I saw Tuck Everlasting, and then watched the movie twice this weekend. Now I want Rory and Jess to find the Tuck's spring. *sigh* But at the same time… not. Y'know? Oh well. Even if you don't, feel free to read this. :)
A/N part 3: Ok, last one, promise. My sister called this the cheesiest bunch of cliché's ever. And she's completely right. So, if you're in a cheesy cliché mood, great. Otherwise, flame away.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. That's how long I want to be with you. All the tomorrows in the world wouldn't be enough. It still hasn't sunk in fully – I am Jess Mariano's girlfriend. I can see you when I want to, be with you when I want to, and God knows I can kiss you when I want to. It's like every caffeine-induced dream that I've ever had, but better, because it's real. I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense to you, but it barely makes sense to me. It's happy and surreal and marvelous and perfect and I'm so hopelessly in love with you that I couldn't turn back now even if I wanted to.
I really just said that, didn't I? I'm in love with you, Jess. All of you – your hands (writer's hands) and your eyes (that light up when you see me) and your wit (sarcastic and sardonic) and your self-confidence (which everyone else calls attitude) and your lips. Your lips. What can I say about them? How can I tell you how amazing and beautiful your lips are? They are soft and perfectly shaped to fit against mine. And you use them so well… They taste like heaven - mint mingled with whispered prose, the sound of my name sauntering over your tongue and down my spine. It gives me the shivers every time you say it.
So, why am I writing this ode to you? Because if I hold these feelings inside any longer, I'll explode. I am so happy that I need to get it out. This complete rapture scares me - I'm almost afraid that the other shoe is going to drop. At the same time, though, I never want it to. I want this rosy perfect new love to stay this way forever. I want us to be happy to see each other and hold hands and kiss and talk and bask in our combined beauty every day of our lives. I want to dance in the falling rain and kiss in the falling snow and fall more in love with you all the time.
Is this too much to ask? Am I disturbing you with my crazy desires? Because I never want you to be scared of me. I want you to be completely comfortable around me. I want you to be able to tell me what you really think about the world and literature and life and me without worrying that I'll turn on you, or take offense at what you say. Just know that, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. Hell and high water and all the coffee in the world won't make me love you less than I do now. Time is the only thing that will ever come between us… that's why I want us to stay here and now. In this perfect moment, when all there is is you and me and this beat-up old armchair. This is all we need. I can go without food for two days. Then again, if time were frozen for us, food would become irrelevant. I think. That isn't important. What really matters is this: I love you, Jess Mariano, and I always will. Today, and tomorrow, and forever.