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Every time I saw her, I heard music; perfect melodies that hadn't even been written yet, but played effortlessly in my mind like she herself was her own song. Her presence alone was enough to inspire a symphony.

She was so beautiful when she slept.

How lucky I was to get to wake up to someone so beautiful, in every sense of the word.

Her hair messily fell into her face as she lightly gripped the pillow next to her, only slightly muffling her light snores as she nuzzled her face into it.

The rising sun just barely crept through the blinds, leaving a gentle glow on her bare back, emphasizing the gentle curve of her spine that practically begged me to run my fingers down it. Every moment we weren't touching was a moment wasted.

But she looked so peaceful.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this day would come. All I've ever wanted was to one day wake up to someone who made me feel something, and now here I was, with the one that made me feel everything.

What could I have possibly done to ever deserve the kind of happiness that she brought me?

I carefully reached over for her, gently brushing the hair out of her face. She shifted, letting out a quiet groan before eventually settling into a tired sigh, hiding her face further into the pillow.

I kept replaying last night over and over in my mind. After all my years of secretly pining, never did I think she'd ever actually feel enough for me to want me like that. The way her body felt against mine, her hair freely falling into my face as she lied over me, our coinciding breaths, sharp and needy.

It felt like the first time all over again.

I had never felt anything like that, being with someone who wanted me just as badly as I wanted them, getting lost in our own world, so in-tune like time had stopped just for us. After all this time, I had never known that it could feel.. like that, and I knew that I'd never want anyone else ever again.

I was completely hers.

I carefully maneuvered out of bed, mindful of her every move to not wake her up, quietly making my way into the bathroom and hopping into the shower, begrudgingly washing off the night before.

How I wished I could bottle up last night and save it forever.

It wasn't long before I heard the bathroom door open. Turning around, my heart jumped as I saw her standing in the doorway, tightly clutching the bedsheet around her.

It was adorable how shy she could get, despite having seen everything before. I hoped one day she could be comfortable enough around me to never want to hide herself again.

"Well, good morning." I giggled, unable to contain my grin. I reached out for her, grabbing onto the sheet and pulling her towards me into a quick kiss.

"Good morning." She sighed, staring back at me with tired eyes.

"Are you gonna join me?" I asked, motioning into the shower, wanting to savor every moment we had together before we were brought back to reality.

Every time I got a taste of "playing house" with her I got sucked into my endless daydream of the day I would wake up in our own home together, knowing she would be the last thing I saw before I went to bed, and the first thing I saw when I woke up.

She bit down on her lip, hesitating for a moment before looking behind me, eventually nodding, flashing me a playful grin. My heart jumped as I reached out, yanking the sheet off of her before she could change her mind, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

I had never really imagined what married life would be like, but from what I saw growing up, it was nothing but a dream. The idea of getting to live this life with the one person who could make you feel everything was enough to drive anyone insane, hoping, searching, day in and day out just to fill the role.

If only I had known she had been here all along.

If only I had been braver.

Who knows how many more years we could have had?

How much simpler this could have been?

And then I remembered Josh. I could only imagine how he must be feeling, which is why I always tried my best not to think about it, but most days it was damn near impossible. I knew how he felt.

Well.. feels.

There was no way an entire lifetime of feelings could disappear like that, if they ever could at all, and that hung over me like the darkest cloud you could imagine, never knowing when the skies would open up, leaving you to drown in its vicious storm.

I knew it was only a matter of time.

But.. this was Jaime.

My Jaime.

There were so many things I was willing to take a backseat to Josh for for the sake of his feelings, but.. Jaime just wasn't one of them. It was easier to push down my feelings when there was no hope, but then.. everything changed.

And the possibility of us together was finally within reach. So.. I had to grab it.

She kissed me like I had never been kissed before, her hungry lips fitting within mine like she was made just for me, like our broken parts were perfectly crafted together, leaving us to finally find each other in the next life to become whole once again..

And we finally had.

I was instantly brought back to the one Sunday morning we had woken up late to the smell of breakfast. Rushing downstairs, I saw Mom and Dad in the kitchen, laughing amongst each other, Dad teasing Mom by flicking batter onto her face, and her retaliating with the closest edible ammo. They seemed so happy, in their own little world, with no regard to the rest of us piling in, gathering around the counter, ready to eat. For those few moments, it was just them, and deep down, I had always searched for that same feeling in all of the girls I've been with, but none ever brought out that same playful nature that Mom brought out in Dad.

For a while, I had given up on it. Mom and Dad were just lucky. Until suddenly I was waking up to the girl of my dreams within arms reach after a night that could only be compared to that of my wildest fantasy, wondering if maybe one day we'd make our way downstairs together to make breakfast for our kids, getting to show them what real love looked like between two people, and hoping maybe.. she felt the same way.

She tightly tangled her fingers in my wet hair, pulling me in closer, kissing me harder as she pressed herself up against me. Wrapping my arms around her, my lips moving down to her neck, she let out a satisfied sigh, her grip on me getting tighter.

And then I felt her reach behind me, turning off the water. I stopped, watching as she opened the door, grabbing the towel from the hanger, flashing me a playful grin and motioning back out to the bedroom before stepping out. I didn't hesitate to grab the other towel, quickly wrapping it around my waste and following her back out where I saw her already laying down, a playful smile on her lips.

She was so beautiful. I would never get over just how beautiful she was. Just so effortlessly stunning, in nothing but a towel, staring back at me with those eyes that have consumed too many of my dreams to count. When she looked at me like that, she could have whatever she wanted, no questions asked.

"Come here." She laughed, reaching out for me, grabbing onto my towel and pulling me towards her. I didn't hesitate to crawl over her, instantly leaning into passionate kiss, wondering how I had been able to hold out this long without having kissed her again.

"I love you." I sighed, the words escaping from my lips like habit. Her smile grew as she pulled me back into a series of kisses.

"I love you." She said, carefully untying my towel, and tossing it onto the floor. My heart started beating faster as her hands slowly glided up my chest, tangling themselves in my hair again. I cautiously moved my hands down, lightly grabbing her towel. She nodded, her lips never once leaving mine as she lifted herself up, helping me move it out of the way.

"Jaime, I-" She cut me off, pulling me into another amorous kiss, her fingers now digging their way into my back as she tried pulling me closer, but there was only so much closer I could get.

"Do you-" I started. She nodded, kissing me again, pulling me over her. I had never felt so wanted before, and for that, I knew I would spend the rest of my life doing whatever I could to please her.

I was hers, just as I was always meant to be, completely and entirely.. hers.