Fleeting moment…

She sat on his couch as he ate the meal she had prepared for him. She felt so pleased as she watched him devour every last bite. She knew she loved him and all she wanted to do was make him happy, care for him, and love him the best way she knew how. He was an extremely stubborn man, he knew she loved him because she just couldn't hide it from him. It showed in everything she did and said, in the way she looked at him, the way she felt when he looked at her, it was just palpable. She felt like he loved her back but maybe he just didn't know how much or how to show it.

See love is such a tricky thing for some people, they fear it because of past experiences or because they haven't felt it before. You know how humans are, the unknown is the enemy. But not her, she was curious about the unknown in any capacity. She loved the idea of learning new things, meeting new people and just putting her true self out there. She loved who she was as a person, she always did her best to make herself happy. In this particular moment in her life her happiness was him. Seeing him, talking to him, spending any time she could with him. All she wanted was to be within his presence, feel him near her, feel his hands on her skin, feel the kindness of his eyes, the warmth in his smile that literally made her melt. He was her person and she wasn't sure if he even knew it. She didn't know if he really truly understood how happy he made her just by existing.

When he was done eating she cleaned up after him, he just watched as she swayed around in his kitchen. He was in awe at how beautiful she looked while doing the simplest things. She was simply happy to be there. When they weren't together she missed him terribly. She wondered what he was doing, if he was ok, if he ate, slept. All of it. He had become partly an obsession for her, she just couldn't stop thinking about him. He was the first thing she thought of when she woke up and the last thing she thought about before bed. Throughout the day she'd daydream of conversations she wished she was having with him. Almost every song she listened to reminded her of him in some way. Love songs made sense again. It had been so long since the last time someone gave her butterflies. And here was this person who was supposed to be a one night stand. He had now become such an important part of her life.

He was incredibly shy and couldn't show her all the affection and emotion he was actually feeling. For her it often came across as disinterest, and because she didn't know exactly what he was feeling sometimes felt sad and ignored. But to her it didn't even matter. The way she felt when she was with him was worth everything. No matter how busy she was if he needed her, she'd be there. Her friends were sick of hearing her talk about him, but she just couldn't help herself. She had fallen deep and hard for this man with so much uncertainty.

That's the thing about her, when she loved, she loved with every part of her. She gave herself entirely to this feeling and this person. Being in love was one of her favorite things. No matter how many times she'd been hurt before, that euphoric feeling of being in love, those butterflies, that high of being insanely happy with someone else, the way your heart races when they're near, the way you can't ever get enough. She was addicted to that. There was so much shit in her life that whenever she felt that temporary happiness, it was enough. It was enough to make her forget, it was enough to make her pretend like all the negative shit wasn't even part of her.

The problem was that, like I said, it was a fleeting moment. When she left that cushiony little bubble of love that his apartment became, reality always hit. The stress came back, the responsibilities, all the junk and all the shit that was smeared and entangled into her life came rushing back........