HA! Well it has been a while since I wrote a fluffy little one shot but here it is.
Three Little Words.
I wrote this with two stories in mind so I shall post it in both places. It's funny how much Haruka now reminds me of Edward. Enjoy people. The words on this page are and interesting truth. I wish I could find more then those words to express how I love my own Haruka.
Trixx~
One Shot
Three little words
There are never enough words. Not for her, not to express how she fills me, completes me, owns me. I love you is fine when you're talking about your mom or your dog but those three little words don't seem to cut it when it comes to her.
It was easy when we met, accepting her from afar, gazing upon that beauty with wanting bliss. Knowing one day I would be privy to pieces of her no one else would see; her heart, her soul, her skin. Easy it was to quietly want her, need her, crave her. But I knew it was wrong, everything in my being told me that. Told me to run rather then stay, so I did; for a while.
I couldn't stay away from her, my soul felt incomplete without her with me; without the sweetness of her voice, the tender understanding of her gaze. She has made me a better person, a whole person. No longer do I stand alone.
I love you, three little words that could never convey how I feel about her. How she has become the very air that I breath, or don't. How she has managed to put warmth into my empty heart, how she has given me a reason. Three little words just don't seem to do my feelings justice.
Justice a luxury I had been denied my life till now. A luxury I had admittedly denied myself for fear of accepting who I am. How I am. What I am. Running was easier; leaving behind the broken hearts of those who tried. Those poor temping lovers who filled me while I used them but could never complete me. Never challenge me like she does. Something was always missing, something grand and unavoidable. Truth.
When you live in the darkness lies are your savoir. Spinning one always leads to another and soon you have fabricated your entire being. She knows the real me, sees my flaws and loves me for them. Accepts the scars and masks I have worn in the past and heals them with her kisses. She is my savoir now. She has allowed me to see the light and live in it. To embrace what it is about me that isn't normal, isn't the same. She's given me purpose.
She is the sun in my day and the moon in my night, the earth below me and the sky above. She is warmest comfort and the coolest reality; my muse, my light, my every second of every day. I love you can't be enough.
For too long I have searched for the missing pieces, the filler to the void within. And now I sit alone in the dark, her sleeping body next to me breathing easy as she dreams away. She dreams of a world where we don't have to hide, a world as accepting as she of me; of us. A world I could never offer her, never promise her, never give. I see it in her face when she thinks I'm not looking; that longing to be like everyone else; the feeling she may have given up more then even she realizes. I wish in those moments I love you were not as powerful. Three little words strong enough to break her world, yet not enough to express to her how I feel. I stand perplexed.
Sighing I put my arms around her pulling her against my chest. She stays asleep letting me fold around her. Whatever fears I have melt away, whatever reservations about our life disappear with her breath against my face.
'I love you' I mutter into the softness of her hair.
'I love you.' She smiles holding me tight. My heart swells, three little words, who knew?