We were laying on his bed reading the old letters that we wrote back and forth to each other. He suddenly hops off the bed and starts stripping. What is this crazy boy doing? He takes off his jacket, cardigan, shirt, pants, socks, boxers. I'm so confused. He stands there in front of me, fully erect, apologizes for his boner, stares me in the eyes almost sadly, and hands me the letter I wrote to him years ago and points.
"If you stripped completely naked, I would stop smoking. I say this because I know you never would! And because you'd never do that for me. But you should. c; Haha, just kidding." It was half attempt at being flirty. Half knowing that we'd probably never be together and that wouldn't be a thing.
I looked at him and felt like crying.
I don't remember writing that.
But this boy loves me so much that he would just strip naked, not expecting anything except me to quit smoking. He sat by me and held my hand in his, kissed it lightly and asked, "Will you now?"
It sounds weird simple because he was naked. I kind of think that's what made it such a strong moment though. But wow... That's so strong to me. I'm actually tearing up a little bit now. He cares for me so much.
People care for me so much.
I am so fortunate honestly.
 Purple Sky Painter · Tue Jan 14, 2014 @ 04:06am · 0 Comments |
