Let's face it, every girl loves all that cutesy lovey dovey sh*t. Not gonna lie, I'm a tomboy but I crave that kind of thing. And I got it with him.
I still remember our morning routine. It was a race to see who would get up first and say "Good Morning!~". I typically won (mainly because he often slept past his alarm. Silly boy~). But it was still nice to have that competition.
He also liked to tickle me. Ugh, the dreaded tickling. It didn't help that I was extremely ticklish, so I'd end up laughing like an idiot! He must've found it cute though because he kept doing it over... And over... And over...my god I got all the tickles. I'm not complaining though. I may hate tickles, but I love him. So it balances out.
I remember his quirks. He loved coming up to me, gently sitting between my legs (that is not an inuendo for something!!!!), And gently resting his head on my chest and listening to my heart. Honestly, that was my favourite thing too. I was able to hold him close to me. The outside world drowned in a sea of love and happiness. All was ok. All was wonderful because he was there.
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Tales from a Hopeful Lover
Short StoryLove is not easy. It can seem like an absolute pain in the a**. It's a pain everyone goes through. Sometimes you win in a relationship. Sometimes, you lose. But there is always hope.
