"Promise me you'll never leave. Promise me that you won't let life tear us apart, even if we're not together. Promise me that even though we're still young, we can be in each other's lives until we die."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't promise on behave of the future, but looking into his eyes, all I saw was hope. I couldn't take that away. I didn't want to.

So I closed my eyes and took a dive into the unknown. I said something I could never take back.

"I promise."

How do you stay calm when most people would be freaking out?

How do you speak what you feel as if you don't worry about what the consequences that could follow?

How can you be yourself without seeming to care what others might think?

I don't know the answer to these questions, but I do know I admire you for it and it goes in the long list of things I love about you.

I am the rush of cold wind when you want the sun. I am the the starless sky at night. I am the least used color on your color palate. I am the drawer where you place the things you soon forget exist.

I'm sorry I'm not the warmth of the sun. I'm sorry I can't give you all the stars. I'm sorry I'm not the most beautiful color you've ever seen. I'm sorry I'm not your fondest memory. I'm sorry I'm not like her.

how many times have you looked me in the eye and lied?

how many times have you said those very words that make me forgive you, every time?

how many times have I been left to wonder if you care if I'm even alive?

how many times have you said you've change and you're not the same?

how many times have I believed you?

too many damn times.

"Dance with me."

"Right here, right now?" I ask. Unaware of why he wants to dance in his living room. He smiles that foolish grin I've grown to love. A shaky laughter escaping his lips.

"Please?" God, how I loved it when he said that word. My heart drops into my stomach and is dissolved by the butterflies fluttering to free themselves.

I give a small laugh of my own. "Well if you're gonna beg," I tease, standing up from the old, pale blue couch pushed up against the back wall, which has a decent sized window giving a view of his neighbor napping on her front porch.

He stands up to join me and wraps his hands around my waist. Fingertips barely skimming the hem of my worn Wild Cats shirt. I put one hand one his right shoulder, slightly edging my fingertips under his faded band T, and the other on his neck. He pulled me closer, just enough to where he could still see my face but we could feel the warmth of each other's bodies hovering in between the gap.

"So," he said, tilting his head to the side and causing his brown eyes to gleam from the light streaming from the window.

I grinned. "So." I tried to muster up the most flirtatious look I could, but I'm sure I failed. He bit absentmindedly on the left side of his lip, creating a deeper dent into his lip then what's already there. Pealing away the skin till chunks have gone missing. "What are you thinking about?" This time I wasn't trying to be flirtatious, I was seriously curious.

"You," I melted right then, I'm sure of it. I looked down at the space between us, and he pulled me closer. He reached a cool hand up to place on my warm cheek, tenderly rubbing back and forth, sliding his hand down to the base of my neck, up my arm till he reached his shoulder, then cautiously gliding it back to my hip. The swaying was causing me to loose my balance, mixing up the room. I feel a foot beneath mine. His lifts it up too soon and we both come crashing to the ground. Hard and merciless. I laugh under the sudden pain in the head and back, him falling directly on top of me. "Oh, I'm sorry," I say, quick to try to fix the situation however I can. "I-I just-sorry." Now he laughs. "Don't apologize. You act as if you've done something wrong, which is obviously not the case." He gives me that smirk as he gazes into my eyes, then glancing to the rest of me. He's pulled himself on his knees with his hands just at my head. I blush again, feeling the embarrassing color rise for him to see.

"I love it when you blush," he says, as if in a dream state, as he slightly grazes the heated red blotch on my cheek with the edge of his thumb. "It let's me know I'm not dreaming. That you're actually here. That you're real."

I touch my hand to his chest, feeling the reassurance that he's real too.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." We lay there for a while, not speaking with tongues. Letting our comfortable silence coat us like a blanket.

"Kiss me."

"Right here, right now?" A mocking tone covering my voice.

"Please?" There he goes again.

"Well if you're gon-" he bent down to kiss me then. Stroking my wild golden locks, getting his hand under my head to pull me closer. I'm sitting up now. Tangling my arms around his body, closing any gap that could have ever been there.

We part, and now his face is painted with a light shade of red as well.

"Technically that's you kissing me." He looked puzzled for a minute then grinned ruthlessly.

"You definitely kissed back so it's close enough."

"Oh yeah?" I pulled my legs out from under him and straddled him.

"Yep." He said, trying to sound smug. Placing his hands back on my waist. I smiled genuinely and kissed his cheek. "Keep telling yourself that," I said, playfully tapping the opposite cheek twice. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I heard a slight groan and grunting as he's pulling himself up, hearing footsteps follow behind me, grabbing my waist and kissing my neck.

You kept saying you're sorry and that things will get better. You said that this storm would pass. You think you can calm this raging sea between us. That you can stop the endless rain that is streaking are cheeks with bloodshed. Oh, how I wanted to believe it but my brain knew better so it shut my ears as I ran out in the rain.