Of All Out There
She wondered how she had gotten so lucky to end up with him, a sweet, loving, shy, considerate, encouraging, friendly boy who is not only amazing, but a model, a famous model. A famous teen model with far more beautiful fans than her; not that she'd ever call herself a fan.
He was lonely and miraculous, sweet and detached, broken and encouraging, a boy she loved dearly, and to the brink of obsession. There were times when he needed her to kiss him a little bit more gently, hug him a bit more tighter, and to love him a bit more patiently. He explained to her that at these times, he felt like his bones were falling apart, and that his skin was burning away. He said that at these times, he felt like he could barely hold himself.
So she did, she'd hug him tighter, kiss him gently, love him patiently, because she didn't want him to fall apart, burn away, or break apart, and he appreciated that.
She explained to him that the day she met him, that her life changed, that he makes her smile in a special kind of way, and that he makes her fall deeper in love everyday, and for that, she has the world to repay to him.
And he laughed when she told him this, not because he was belittling her or because it was funny, but because he understood these feelings. So, he took her by the hands, looked her in the eyes and said, "I look at you sometimes and wonder, out of all the faces in the world, how did I find one that was so amazingly, miraculously, breathtaking for me?"
And she remembers laughing, hugging him, and kissing him stupid, and even now, as she lays on top him on their couch, with one hand behind his back and another gold banded hand on her back, remembers how he was definitely with the one meant for her.
