I could write an essay on everything I love about you.
I wish I could tell you I love you without worrying about being so far apart. I wish I could tell you I’m here without being so far away. I wish I could hold you instead of the phone.
When arriving home from work, the last thing I expected was someone in my living room, watching sappy Hallmark Christmas movies. Of course, that is what I found when I walked into my small, cozy apartment in Seattle.
Oscar was curled up, snuggled in big fluffy blankets with mounds of wadded up tissues littering the couch and floor next to him. Seeing him like this was overly unexpected, so I couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape my lips as I tugged off my coat. I heard him yelp in surprise as my back was turned, placing my thick coat on a hanger by the door.
“You’re home early.” His deep voice echoed through the quiet apartment and I looked at him over my shoulder. He had turned off the T.V. and was now watching me intensely. I let out a small sigh as I turn to face him fully.
“What happened?” His voice was softer, but I could still hear the worry laced through his words as he spoke.
My shoulders shrugged before I could make any other movements, “They laid me off. It’s okay.” I could feel my eyes watering, but I let a smile spread onto my face. It was too late for me to stop myself from crying, and I knew that when I felt tears against my cold cheeks.
Oscar was next to me in an instant, his warm hands cupping my face and his eyes searching mine until I finally let out a choked sob. He led me to our room, slowly taking off my cold clothes, before searching through his drawers and finding one of his biggest sweatshirts.
“Come here, honey,” He mumbled when I was sitting naked on the bed, his hands were outstretched and clean, warm clothes were dangling from his arms. I slowly walked over to him, my small sniffles causing my body to stagger every few steps.
He guided me to the bathroom and started the water while I found a seat on the counter. He walked over, setting the clothes next to me and standing between my bare legs. He rested a warm hand on my knee and used his other to trace patterns onto my chest, shoulders, and up my neck. A small smile found its way to my lips before he leaned down and kissed them gently.
“I love you, sweetheart.” His voice was quiet and steady.
“I love you too.” I leaned my forehead against his shoulder.
After an hour of Oscar washing my hair and rubbing my back, he drained the water, dried me off, and then dressed me again. He lead me back to our bedroom, crawling under the plush comforter, and wrapping his arms around me. His nose was pressed to the back of my neck, and his fingers rested inside the sweatshirt, against the skin on my stomach. His soft breathing sent my head spinning, and when he left soft kisses against my skin, I could’ve sworn I was going to faint.
“Kingsly?” His breath against my neck made me shiver, and the way he said my name sent me over the edge.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
*walks around my house looking for scissors while making a scissor motion with my fingers*
get u a man who will paint ur nails and sing the dream song from shark boy and lava girl and have deep conversations with you @hajillle
Man spread, cats, and stale Cheerios.
I’m dreaming of you each minute I spend with my eyes closed.