We were sat, entwined, on the sofa, watching a movie. Well I say we were -watching a movie, but really Danny was watching it was I was watching him. I sat for two hours watching him, watching him smile, laugh, and although he’ll never admit it, cry.
He is so beautiful. His eyes, like emeralds. His smile, the way he laughs, his voice, I love him, I really do and I’m happy, finally truly happy.
I wasn’t just watching him though, I was thinking, thinking about something, a question actually, that I had been wondering about for a while. A question I needed him to answer, but one I was too scared to ask.
When the movie finished I got up and went to bed.
It was a while before Danny joined me.
He walked in, wearing only his favorite sleeping attire.
Nothing.
He crawled up the bed, underneath the covers, kissing his way up my legs, stopping at a part of my body he had come to adore, I wonder why?! Haha!
Anyway, eventually he crawled up to me and planted a kiss on my forehead before wrapping his thin arms around my body.
“I love you,” he said, kissing my forehead again.
“Why?”
‘I finally asked my question!’
“What do you mean why?” he asked, confused
“Why do you love me?” I spelled it out for him.
He looked at me, eyes questioning, worried, asking a thousand things, speaking a million words.
I’d had these periods of self-doubt before and he’d always helped me through, always. He is my soul mate and I am his. We help each other through good times and bad, always there for each other, whenever, wherever we are, anywhere in the world.
“I love you Darren, because you are you. You are the most individual person I have ever met, you are gorgeous, and talented and you have the biggest heart known to man. I love you, because you love me, no matter what.” He kissed me. “And most of all, I love you, Darren, because you are just the right height” he laughed, smiling, happy.
My self-doubt had gone, for the time being at least, he’d helped me again, and I knew that he loved me, even if it was just because I am just the right height.
