I was raised on Disney Channel and pop music and fairy tales. The two characters always lived happily ever after. And I had always wanted that. Except I didn’t want it to ever end. And I knew, in my life, our love would never end.
I kept my face snuggled into her warm neck as I felt my girlfriend yawn quietly and stretch her free arm that had been wrapped around me. Her breaths had been going in unison with mine up until this point and instantly when she yawned, I felt out of sync. I opened my eyes slightly and blinked a couple of times, giving her light butterfly kisses on the neck before placing a soft, delicate, real kiss upon her neck.
I felt her smile and giggle quietly before whispering, “Hey love.”
“Hmm…” I murmured quietly as I continued softly kissing her neck. I began to work my way up to her jaw, kissing slowly to enjoy this moment. Finally I reached her lips and very lightly did I place my lips against her’s. I felt her lips move against mine as she slowly ran her hand along my arm.
We were laying in bed together, after having fallen asleep watching “Bride Wars” for the umpteenth time. It must have been well past 12 in the morning; gosh it must have been about 3 in the morning, for there was no sign of light outside the window.
Previous to our movie, we had been talking about our future and wedding plans and telling our parents. Both of us knew how difficult this wedding was going to be to plan, but we knew that we loved each other. We had known we loved each other the minute we had gotten together three years prior. We knew it instantly. Being apart from each other was like ripping apart something that had been super-glued together - virtually impossible and incredibly painful.
My girlfriend then rolled over so that she was laying on top of me, supporting herself on her forearms. I reached up and lightly stroked her cheek before saying, “You’re so beautiful.”
I saw a smile flash across her face before replying, “No. I’m not. You’re even more beautiful. I may have to lock you up so no one steals you away from me.”
A quiet giggle escaped out of me before I quickly kissed her and said, “No one’s gonna steal me away from you. I won’t let them. And if they try, they’ll have hell to pay.”
She smiled widely before kissing me again and then rolling off of me and leaning against the headboard. I sat up and snuggled close into her while I wrapped my arms tightly around her.
“Ya know,” I began, “It’s like three am. We should really go to sleep.”
“We could.” She said as she hugged me, “But then I won’t get to look at your beautiful face.”
I felt myself blush as I looked down at our hands that somehow ended up holding each others. She had her engagement ring on and I absentmindedly rubbed it with my thumb. I remember worrying if I had proposed to soon because we had only been together for a few months after our most recent “break-up” (I didn’t like to call it a break-up because that sounds like an end to me. I prefer to call it a hiatus or putting things on hold.) She had said yes, obviously, though, but I still worried that she did it so she didn’t hurt my feelings. We both had agreed that we would be okay with a several years engagement, but I was always worrying.
“I still do.” I heard her whisper quietly as she brought me back to reality and out of my worrying. “I’m always going to want to marry you. I’ve always wanted you to be my wife.”
I smiled back at her as I met her gaze and felt my eyes fill with tears. Why was I so gosh darn emotional? It wasn’t anything I should get emotional over, but simply talking about being her wife made me want to cry.
If there was one thing in this world that I ever wanted, that was love. I always had love from my family and I always knew they’d love me no matter what, even when they didn’t approve of my being bisexual. I knew they still loved me, but it was a hard concept for them to accept.
But I had always wanted love from another person. If I could have anything in the world, that would have been it. If the world was coming to an end, if I had my soulmate, my one true love, I would have been able to survive. Mentally at least.
So knowing that I truly was loved, truly wanted, truly needed by someone aside from family, it was an emotional thing for me. You’d think I was some messed up kid who didn’t have any love in her life, but quite the opposite.
I was raised on Disney Channel and pop music and fairy tales. The two characters always lived happily ever after. And I had always wanted that. Except I didn’t want it to ever end. And I knew, in my life, our love would never end.
“I know you do.” I finally replied back to her. I cupped her face in my hand and pulled her closer to me before softly kissing her perfect lips.
Soon would she truly be mine. Soon we would be married. Soon my other half would forever be stitched into my heart.
Fin
==This was a story of fiction. Any person, place, thing, or idea that is similar to that in this story is purely coincidental==
