"How long are you gonna write that up?!" She childishly asks.
I put my pen down, and looks at the woman sitting on my bed, "I know my boyfriend is a writer and his stories are tragic and people on his social media account are fond of his works, but can I have all your time when you're with me?" She said as she sulks. I smile as I saw how she tries to control her possessive attitude.
I closed the notebook and sits beside her,
"I mean..." She adds, "I went here just to have quality time with you. You told me your migraine attacks you so I suggested a nap date and you agreed and then at the middle of nap date you suddenly stood up, went to your desk, and started writing, telling me an idea suddenly came into your mind."
I look thoroughly on her eyes and I saw how jealous she is. "I told you when ideas pops into my mind I have to write that down because I tend to forget them easily, right?"
"I know but...Ah, forget it. I think I'm being sensitive again."
"Do you think I'm lacking time for you?"
"No." She sadly replies.
"Do you think I love my works more than I love you?"
"No."
"Are you jealous of my writings?"
She looks down, "No."
I tilt her chin up using my finger and she meets my cold brown eyes which only for her it warms. "Are you sure? It's written on your face, it shows."
She bites her lower lip. "It's girlfriend time so, girlfriend time! I miss you so much then in the middle of cuddling you suddenly stand and write. I even make a playlist for us and you're like that."
I smile on how cute she acts. "You're still smiling there?"
She was caught off guard when I suddenly poke her forehead which triggered her crazy side to flip my forehead with more force. She thought I'm gonna flip her too but suddenly, my lips touches hers, which made her petrified for a moment.
I smilingly look at her. "Are you not going to fight back? Kiss me back." I saw her shy eyes, she was about to smile then she halts herself.
She gulps. "I was angry."
That made me laugh my ass out and later say. "I love you."
"I love you more." She coldly replies.
"Hey, are you still mad? If you're jealous of my writing because it occupies even our quality time, don't be. You're like the ink of my pen, you are the reason why I'm writing."
"You are a writer even before I met you. What's the difference?"
"I write before for myself, it was my escape, my medicine. Now I'm writing for you, because you are now my escape, my medicine, my dose of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin."
She smiles, "Oh, shut up. Go ahead, continue what your writing, I'll take a nap. Don't wake me up not until it's 30 minutes. Now you wait for me!"
"I've waited for you for 18 straight years, 30 minutes is nothing compares to it."
She laughs as she tries to compose herself from giggling. "Can I read your work?" She asks, and I didn't respond "Oh, I forgot, you never let anyone not to see your work."
"Sure" I said. "For you, I'll make an exception"
I heard her "YES!" and she naps, smilingly because of that.
I went back to writing. In no time, I found myself writing the ending. I stop as I try to contemplate whether to give it a sad or happy ending. I tried writing my usual sad ending, but I ended up deleting it. I tried to write a happy one, but in the middle of writing, I found myself writing rubbish words, so I deleted. I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. I moved my swivel chair and sees my sleeping treasure. After looking at her, I made up my mind.
I closed the book as I finished writing the ending. I walked towards her, she sleeps so fine, with her mouth open. I somehow laugh. Smilingly, I go to the bed and gently closed her open mouth and caresses her hair as she sleeps. I take a glimpse on my watch, 30 minutes have passed. I was about to wake her up but seeing how good her sleep is, I stopped myself and just watched her with a teary yet grateful eyes.
"Why are you getting jealous of my writings?" I gently asks as I caress her hair and smile. "It's for you."
In no time, I found myself inching the gap of our face. Suddenly, I found my lips touching her lips, it felt so unexplainable, it feels like an eclipse. I kissed her, and soon enough, I felt her answering my kisses. She was shocked at first, but she answered back with more passion, with more fire.
"I initially wanted not to wake you up." I said as we both grasps for air, facing each other still. "But I thought my lips could be a nice alarm clock."
She laughs. "I love you" She added.
"I love you more" I answered back.
"I love you the most."
"I love you more than the most."
"I love you to infinity."
"But infinity can also get through the negatives." I said.
"Stop being a smart ass!" She laughingly defended.
Minutes have passed, I was just looking at her. "What's with the stare?"
"Why? Can't I stare?"
"Do you miss me that much?" I nodded.
"Why are you suddenly so emotionally romantic? Is it because of your work's ending? Wait, have you finished it?"
I nodded. "Woah? A usual sad ending?"
I shake my head. "I gave it a happy ending, just like you painting colors to my dull life. Besides, It's for you."
Her eyes grew bigger. "Ha?"
"I wrote that for you."
"For me...?"
I smilingly nodded, "Truth be told, since we became together, I stopped posting stories but I continue writing still. I never let anyone read, not even you because I planned of compiling all of them into one book, and give it only to one person. She's the only one who has the privilege to read it, and the one who has the right to own it, because it is solely for her. I wrote that for her. And my love, it's you."
I saw her eyes getting teary eyed.
"I told you you're my ink, you're made my writing possible. Without you, I wouldn't be able to create my masterpiece, my works related to you, and crafted only for you. You motivated me, you inspired me. Before, I only write to escape my own chaotic mind but now, I write to express how much I love you, How much I appreciate you and how grateful I am that I met you and fell in love with you. There are 9 planets, billions of stars, 200+ countries and 7 billion people but I got a chance to meet you and now I have you and to tell you, I have no intention to give anyone else a chance to have you. When our eyes first met, I told myself I'll gonna have you for the rest of my life and if I died, I'll let myself be ashes and in another life, wherever you are, I will find you. Before, I used to write stories with sad endings because that's the feeling I'm most familiar with, that's the feeling I grew up with but when you came, you taught me that happiness does exist. I just never knew that it'll be in human form, and it's you, my greatest love of all. You made me feel things, You gave color to my paper, you're the ink of my pen, the content of my book, and the subject of my work. Maybe, God gave me a talent for writing so I could write for you, so I could let the world know how lucky I am to have you." I smile as I felt my tears flowing, hers also are flowing like a river, so I wipe those off.
"Being with someone like me who knows nothing but to write and lock himself in his room writing is boring, isn't it?"
She shakes her head. "It's not. Being with me for a really long time is tiring, isn't it?"
"No. I fall in love with you everyday, up until now I feel the same way, like what I felt the first time we met. You gave me butterflies in stomach that night, and now it's a whole zoo inside me."
She smiles, "Why am I so lucky to have you?"
"I'm more than lucky, you're a blessing to me, you're my answered prayer. You're just mine, right?"
"Stop saying that, I'm always yours."
"You asked me why I stopped posting and sharing my stories to everyone, It's because I'm compiling all my works only for you. I want you to only read them, I only want you to see and possess them. I only want you to feel and have them, because I'm writing for you. You're the only audience I need, the only reader I want. You are my exposition, you introduced me to different kind of feelings, you awaken my long dead heart, you made me start a new worth living life. You are my rising action, you keep on triggering me to do things only associated for you. You're my climax, everything you do caught my interest and the thought of you always, and never failed, to excite me. You're my falling action, seeing you crying makes me weak, seeing your smile makes me weak as well, everything you do makes me weak, like you're my kryptonite but in a good way. Finally, you are my denoument, my resolution. You make me wanna quit everything and just be with you, you make me think of my future with you, to abandon everything and run away with you and to settle down with you. You're the elements of me, you composed me, you are part of me, a part of my system, you're inseparable with me. You're more than just anything, you're my work, my masterpiece. My muse, my oh-so-lovely plot. You're my literature. So please don't be jealous of my writings. It's all for you. It'll always be only for you. You're my only subject, my only driving force. I love you, both in fiction and non fiction. I love you and I will love you in all poetic ways possible. My love, thank you for existing. This is the consequence of loving a writer, I'm telling you. My love, please never get tired of me. Break my heart and I'll still pick them up back to your hands. I love you again. I'll make you immortal through my works, I promise."
