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Him...i never thought i would love a man this much in my entire life...if someone said that i will date a man in future..and would be obsessed with his eyes, ears, lips, nose, face, body, breath i might call them crazy...my decade back me would have her eyes out in shock seeing the current me...who's obsessed with a man who's mere existence is my only sole purpose to live...

But yeah...here i am hugging the love of my life...my everything...my reason to live...so tightly like he might slip away far from me if i loosen my grip even for a little...his head pressed on my chest...so tight that i just hope he didn’t struggle to breath...

I think he slept as i hear his soft snores...which i started liking more recently...is there anything i hate on him?...the answer is no...shit...it may sound crazy...but i even like his morning breath...yeah...the thing most find disgusting...even become my liking...just cause it's his...am i gone mad?...maybe?...

I hate being away from him...even for a second...is there something less than a second?...maybe millisecond?...or nanosecond??...no shit sherlock...i don’t wanna think about those useless things now...the only thing i wanna have in my mind is him...just him...and nothing else...i just don’t wanna be away from him at all...thats it...but...no...eventhough i hate being away from him... i can’t keep him with me all the time...we have work...we have to work...to get us food...to pay the rent for the place we're staying...which is nothing but a single bhk...there’s nothing special about this place at all...tbh the only special one is him...so...again...yeah..our home..its just a normal plain house...with dull vibe just as mine...but it become home once he moved out here...with me...after our tenth date...it took us so much time...to be in this place...with him in my arms...his head on my chest...we took our own sweet time to get to know eachother...now when i think about those times...i just wanna hit myself on my head...as i always felt like i wasted my time by not kissing him on the first day i met him instead of doubting his intention towards me...but hey...it's not easy to trust someone...especially when they’re this much pretty and handsome...who knows whats behind the beauty...but all my made up fears started to fade like a fog once we started to talk...i wasn’t a listener unless he talked...i wasn't a artist unless he came as an art...i wasn't a poet unless he become a poem...i wasn’t a foodie unless i started craving for his taste...i wasn’t a admirer unless he smiled...he took many things out of me which i didn’t even know existed...

I still remember the first time he kissed me...his lips...its something i can't get enough...the night...when we both drenched and running to catch a bus after done with a show(movie)..

its our third date... aug 6...2020...five years ago...but still it feels like yesterday whenever i think of it...we're running so fast...stumbling in our steps...his cold hands found mine warm one...helping me to get on track when i stumbled and was on the verge of falling...we ran like we're been chased by dogs...

The cold breeze made our face flush so red...but we didn’t feel cold as we're running...we still missed the bus though...i stopped abruptly when i know i can't run anymore...

we both know we can’t catch the bus...still we ran to our heart content...laughing...he stopped right in front of me...when i was busy catching my breath...

It took me some time before composing myself...i straightened myself....and looked at his eyes...its...so soft...that i melted instantly...i heard eyes can talk...can flirt...can eat...but...wtf is this?...it didn’t took me a second to get lost in it...i didn't even blink...i wanted to look at his eyes forever...i wanted to tear my lashes and threw it away...when i blinked unconsciously...as its fucking blocking my view...idk what fucking got into me...i just wanted to look at his eyes...i felt like I'm under some magic spell...is this what they call mesmerised?...

Idk...who leaned first...maybe me...I'm not sure...but when his lips touched mine...i closed my eyes instantly...our breath mixed...mingling as if they're trying to get to know the other more close before we do...my heart beated so fast...even more than the time when i was running...its true it seems...that kissing can make you lose more fat than any other exercising...as i felt like my legs giving up...its feels like the energy is getting gained and drained at the same time...his arms wrapped around my waist...while my hands finds his neck...the kiss was slow...comfy...everything i have ever dreamed of...i always believed that the imagination is better than the reality...but...this reality...this kiss...is far more fucking perfect then i ever imagined...he pulled back and smiled at me softly with a blush decorating his cheek...idk if the blush tinted my cheeks too...but i didn't care and just leaned for another kiss...

I don’t remember how many times we kissed...its like trying to count the stars...

From that day...till now...nothing changed...still his lips feel like fresh snow when its meet mine...i thought every feeling would fade eventually through years...but this...love...this feelings towards him...idk why...it keep growing and growing...like a deep root of a ancient tree...it feel like our nerves were tied like those big deep roots...interlinked...and strong...its scary to the point...that i feel it might overwhelm him...and scare him...

I brought him so close to my chest that he struggled a little before getting into a comfortable position which will let him breath...he's used to this...he wrapped his arms around my waist...and squeezed my hips in sleep...this fucker...always make me feel heard even when he’s sleeping...

Aish..i should just get some sleep or else i will go mad...its already 2 am...i am used to this...sleeping at this time...i made this as a habit...just to spend a little more time with him...i love night as this is the only time i can get all of him...just for me...

even though he's sleeping...i just want him close to me...I always wish wouldn't this night stay long?...so that i can spend some more time with him?....

He would sleep around 10pm...and he should wake up at 6am...as he have work at 8am ...

i have second shift so i would wake up around 10am...my shift would end around 8pm...

Whenever i wake up...I would met with a empty room and a sticky note on the fridge saying "i hope you had good sleep baby, will meet you at 9pm...i made you breakfast..don't forget to eat...have a good day...and lets go somewhere on this weekend...okay?...love you my smily♡..."...i smiled at the note...this fucker...keeps growing my obsession towards him...

A dirty smirk grown on my face...i slapped my face trying to get hold on myself...struggling to hold on my dark inner thoughts...

I just hope my obsession won't grow to a level that i will try hurting him just to have him close to me...

I took my dairy and started writing...

"Will this night stay long? If i crush your sun, so that it won't rise and took you away from me?will you stay with me in bed? If i break your leg and made you disabled?"

I closed the dairy and threw it away, grabbing the breakfast he made and started heating up...

I love him so much...to the point...i might break him enough so that i can heal him by myself...and have him only to myself.......

~THE END~

Hi sparks, i wanted to write short story for so long...here i am..

Let me know how's it...and comment if you want second part for this...

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