it imagines.

stan.

doesn't she know?
doesn't she know she is the object of my every desire?
that she is the girl my heart beats in time for?
just look at her.
wearing her best smile,
limbs lengthened out across the bed.
my bed.
i don't know what i've done to deserve this heavenly woman that is y/n l/n.
might the gods have leaned over their clouds of glory and nudged us to one another;
let the strings of our fate entwine.
whatever it may be,
i have never been happier.
"what are you staring at over there?"
a hue of crimson covers my cheek beneath y/n's question.
i shake my head with a laugh.
"nothing."
"something,"
she croons,
leaning over to rest her head on my shoulder.
here,
i can see every perfection of y/n's;
carved from marble,
a goddess has emerged.
"you...you just look really pretty, is all."
while i become a muddled mess of blush,
y/n giggles to soon rest a kiss to my cheek.
a touch from her,
a kiss from her,
a simple smile from her is enough to satisfy me for a lifetime.
only a look tossed my way and my spirits are brighter.
oh,
how i love her.
"have i ever told you how much i adore this color?"
she asks in her voice of honey,
letting her hands fall down my arm decorated in the sleeve of my shirt.
"i think so,"
i answer with a nervous laugh.
doesn't she see how unraveled i'm becoming beneath her touch?
"then i'll just have to tell you again,"
she whispers with that beautiful, but taunting, grin of hers.
"y/n,"
i plead.
i'm trying my hardest to stay focused on this work before me,
but how can i when i'm in the company of aphrodite's seed?
"i have to finish this."
"so finish it."
with a parting kiss to my temple,
y/n removes her heavenly self from my simple existence and is back on the other side of the room.
the warmth she offered replaces itself with the coldness of this room.
everything around me grows dim now that she's further away.
i was a fool to think i could win in this game of separation.
i rise from my seat and find where she is.
i let my undeserving lips place kisses of care to her shoulder.
"have i ever told you how much i love this color on you?"
y/n leans her head toward me with a smile.
"maybe."
"then i'll just have to tell you again."
i hear her laughter bloom from her lungs and out into this room as i take her into my arms and bring us back until we're lying down together.
"that work looks awfully unfinished from here."
"got more important things to do."
y/n rolls her eyes but i watch her smile grow anyways.
she nestles her head to my chest as though she's seconds away from falling asleep then says,
"i love looking at your handwriting. it's very neat."
"thank you. took a lot of practice."
i don't tell her that now,
i plan to write letters for her until my hands are numb solely so she will have it to look at.
i don't know many things about life,
considering my experience is limited through age and range.
i only know stories told in pages,
secrets said through whispers,
and what it means to love.
i am blessed with this notion,
especially so young,
and i know that the rest of my life is lying in my arms.