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Xavier is perfection. In my eyes. He doesn't see it, but I do. In his eyes, his smile, his laughter. The way he sings. When he gets nervous, or scared. The way he is everything I need. The way he's amazing, but he doesn't try. It's all the little things about him that I've fallen in love with. He lives in Newport News, Virginia. While I live in Cleveland, Ohio. The distance does suck, but I feel like we're so close. Hopefully one day we will see each other.
Our love is sweet. Cute. The way we say, "I love you." Every chance we get. The way he completely understands every thing about me that I find totally non understandable. The way I get him. The way I know what he's gonna say before he says it. Not to mention his voice. It's sweet, like when he talks it fills up a whole room, but also fills up my heart. It's sexy, too. Deep and rich. We're so alike in every single way I could ever think of. I want to hold his hand and kiss him. I could care less about sex. Everyone thinks that's what we want, but no. They don't know us like we know each other. I just want to love him. That's all. In the most innocent way. He's my sweetheart, my babe, my love. I'm his baby, his girl, his love.
And he's stopped me from depression and hurting myself. And I picked him up, too. He's my hero. He says I'm his, too. But he did more for me than anyone has. No doctors or pills can replace being loved and feeling wanted.
He's my world, my everything.
I will never leave him, and I hope he feels the same.
Xavier Eli Askew, I love you. One day I hope to be Mrs. Megan Elizabeth Askew. |
