His Name Is Steven.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Me and Steven (my boyfriend..) decided to set a sort of challedge for each other, which was to write a sort of poem, story, whatever for each other. So heres mines, for Steven. I love you :)

Submitted: March 03, 2009

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His name is Steven and with one look from his dull but beautiful blue eyes, he’ll have you locked under a powerful spell.You cannot break free or even look away from his perfect structure in his face. His face curves down and inwards making a small pointed chin. His lips are small and pale, but his skin is paler with faded freckles along his perfect shaped nose or up and down his arms. Then his hair, the messy, wild, untamed, faded black hair with the hint of golden blonde coming in, running past his eyes.
They are certain things about Steven, you can tell. The dents under his eyes tell he has had little sleep and he will not change his sleeping routine. His eating habits also reflect onto his skin, making it paler than usual.

When he finally drops his gaze, unlocking the spell, you feel almost safe, that you did not embarrass yourself in front of him. Then he strikes you with his most powerful weapon. His smile. That is when your heart stops, for a second and then speeds up rapidly until you feel the flaming hot blood pumping through your veins. You mind and your brain shuts off and you cannot control yourself. So you return a goofy looking smile and you return to normal, your mind switches on and you’ve realised, you just completely made a fool out of yourself. Unfortunately for yourself, you will always get this feeling when you’re completely in love with him.

Although not everyone is perfect in look or size wise. He is small in height. Maybe an inch or two smaller than myself but I’ve always preferred people who are taller than me. As it gives me a sense of protection, that they will be able to look after the clumsy body of mines. Still, no matter what size he is, he is still able to look after me.
When he lies under the duvet covers of my bed, holding me in his arms. I cannot help but stare at his body structure. He does not look muscly but you can feel the muscles tighten in his arms by the way he keeps them locked around my waist. His chest always fascinates me for a reason I don’t know. The fact you can feel muscle beneath the palms of my hands or maybe its how, I can feel his heart beat against my hands and I simply just like the feeling? You can see where his rib cage stops and I remind him how cute it is as his torso is smaller compared to mines, making his ribcage smaller. Lastly his “bellybutton”. Well at least it was before the operation, leaving it as a reminder along with the few scars of the operation and also a deformed but cute looking “bellybutton”.

I always fall asleep before him and when I wake up, he is already awake. Rarely, he is still asleep. Sometimes, I’ll wake up and he’s not there and I’ll feel a sudden rush of panic taking over me. If he’s not there, I’ll feel scared and unable to fall back asleep. I’ll try my best and I usually fail miserably at it until he comes back and holds me in his arms. That’s when I can return to sleep mode.
He almost reminds me of a vampire at times. When reading the twilight saga, I realised this. Steven is NOT a big fan of the sun; he’ll break out in a rash when in hot conditions. He prefers colder places and he rarely sleeps. As I said, he has pale skin, good looks and some of the things he says reminds me of Edward Cullen. Leaving me to be, what? Bella Swan? (According to Steven) As I’ am uncontrollably clumsy.
He, himself can be a dork, a nerd. How he can go play his video games on the console, I know he does, so why does he too lie to me then? It’s cute, believe me. How he tells me silly, dorky facts, which no one else would care about but I do. They fascinate me. My all time favourite one: “if every single person in the world was the size of a salt grain, we would all fit into a can of tuna fish.” Without the tuna fish in the can, obviously! It is cute though and adorable how he can be such a geek.

Saturday 7th February 2009.

He made me really happy that day.
We were sitting on a wooden bench in Calendar Park, in the freezing cold and were the sun was about to vanish from the sky and the moon was about to cast a glowing beam through the sky which was slowly creeping into darkness. He made me look away, while he took his time fiddling with something. Next he stood in front me, and he placed his lips against mine, slowing making me open my mouth until I pulled back in shock and in horror. I asked him if he finally got the tongue piercing which I told him not to get. He laughed and then pulled a ring box out of his sleeve and got down one knee and opened the box to reveal a chunky, pink ring. I was speechless and I laughed when he asked me to marry him. My reply? “Yeah sure, if I can keep the ring.” Although it was pretend, it made me really happy... Thanks *cheesy grin*

Lately, we had spoken a lot about what would happen in later life and I think we’ve both realised what we want in life. That is, us. We both want each other in our life and I don’t know how to explain it too him without feeling embarrassed and stupid, how much I want it. In my life, I’ve never really felt happy. I mean I’ve been happy in general but not happy with life. I’ve always wanted someone to love me, to protect me, to put up with mood swings and my stubbornness. Someone to remind me that they love me, to act childish at times and not care what people think, someone who makes me laugh. Someone to hold me in their arms while watching a movie or TV, to sing silently in my ear while lying close together. Now I’ve found him and he is perfect, too me and when I say I love you, I mean it. I don’t know how much I can stress that I mean it and I’m scared and hurt when he chooses not to believe it. I do want us to last so much. I get the feeling at times; maybe we were supposed to be together. It sounds awfully silly but I can’t help getting that feeling. It’s like; we fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. How I can act childish and be very stubborn and how he can put up with it. Basically, how we both are capable to fit for each other’s needs.

Sunday 25th January 2009.

Another day what made me really happy.
On a Sunday, I work in my family’s business, Celebrations (a card and party store). As usual business was slow on a Sunday, so I was to attend to the odd job such as tidying the cards, restocking the products and take the customers money at the till. When down on the bottom floor of the mall, visiting my auntie who owns a ladies clothing store, I was getting a bag full of scarf’s to also sell in Celebrations, to make more profit. To my surprise, Steven was standing watching me with a grin on his face. We began talking and he walked me back up to the shop, slowly but soon the bag the scarfs were in suddenly burst in which all the contents fell out. Just my luck and I could already feel my cheeks burning red. I walked back to my aunties store thinking, why is it, that I always embarrass myself in front of him?So after the drama, he went off and to my imagination, I didn’t think he would come back. I was annoyed to be perfectly honest, he never even said goodbye? Then I seen him, walking into the shop, keeping his distance away from where the staff and I stood around the till area. I slowly slipped away from the pointless chit chat and saw him standing holding two take-away cups of tea. Then he vanished off again and this time I was sure he wouldn’t come back. I was happy though, the girls I work with, one of them called Danielle, her fiancalways comes in to see her and brings her a coffee and something to eat and I wish sometimes that Steven would do that for me. And my wish came true; Steven did come in, not Danielle’s fianc It was shutting time now and when noticing Steven looking over the barrier, down into the mall, my heart raced a little, happy to see he didn’t leave to go home. Immediately I phoned my mum to ask if I would be able to stay in town in which she said yes. Steven and I were walking around town and the other local mall; I was freezing while wearing only a plain white t-shirt with a grey cardigan and black skinny jeans. My work clothes and still he complimented on how I looked beautiful. So we decided to go to Burger King. We sat in there for a while, eating freshly made chips, talking about whatever came into our minds and alt fighting over the camera on my phone when trying to take a picture. I managed to take a photo of him; it’s one of my favourites ->
Although the small amount of time we shared seemed very plain, simple and boring. It was not at all like that. It was probably one of the best times I’ve had with Steven and it always makes me happy to think back on that day.

Just recently, I stayed over at his house. When we finally decided to move out of bed and walked down to the kitchen. We had the house to ourselves; his parents were out at work. So we stood in the kitchen, making breakfast, while wearing only boxers and a jumper. While waiting for the toast to turn to a crispy golden colour, I stood near the window looking outside, watching the snow parachuting down from the sky and landing safely onto the grass while Steven held me in his arms. It was an amazing moment and when we sat around the table, eating our toast and drinking our tea (it’s good how we like the same stuff) I couldn’t help get the thought out of my head, this is just absolutely amazing. Wondering, if life would be like this if we lived together making me wanting the dream of us being together even more.

I’m coming to a point, were I’m not so sure what to say now. All I can say now is I really do love him. I love him for who he is and no matter what I do, he still loves me. I’ve done stuff, what I’m defiantly not proud off and I’ve hurt him because of my stupid behaviour but it’s amazing how he still managed to hug me and tell me he loved me.

From the day he asked me out on the 8th of June, I knew I couldn’t live without him and I know it may seem all so silly but I do honestly believe it. I think I couldn’t be able to find someone better than him. It would be probably, physically impossible.
So yeah, I love you, Steven and I want you to know, I’ll love you no matter what and I promise you on that.

I swear.
I love you, xx


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