Her eyes were that of the galaxy. They shone brighter than the stars and the sun's rays. Lance would probably go blind from gazing at them for too long. He had never exactly felt this way before. He's had butterflies from girls, yes. But this! This was so different. Katie was so different! She didn't have big boobs like the girls in his older cousin's playboys. She didn't wear makeup or high heels. Nor did she try to drain him of all of his money like all the other girls he dated. She wore baggy clothes and the occasional dresses that complimented her small stature. Her hair was always unkempt and wild. But Lance loved that.
When she would lay with him, he'd braid her unruly hair and she would read to him. Lance typically didn't care for words. He was an action kind of guy, he didn't really prefer literature or talking unless he was doing it, but with her? He was hooked onto every word that rolled of her tongue. Her voice would crack sometimes though. So he'd grab the book or Kindle from her hands and begin to read. Because the look of content on her face was something he craved for. Something he selfishly wanted to see. Katie then would snuggle deeper into Lance causing him to repress a sigh of ecstasy. She was his drug. Her peanut butter tasting kisses made him feel higher than a kite. The scent of her hair reminded him of Cuba. When he would go on walks in the rain, when is smelt of nature. Of grass and trees. The scent of the earth.
The earth. She was his world. She was the sunrise and sunset. Her voice was like a birds song or like the sound of rippling water. The moment she woke up, he was wide awake. Like everything was now complete. The day started when she woke up, and it would end when her eyes fluttered shut and her chest steadily moved with her small breaths.
The day she drew her last breath, would be the day his life wouldn't be worth living. That day would be the day he saw the world without her. And that wasn't something he ever wanted to think about. Not now. Not ever.