She read what her boyfriend had written, expecting just a bit more than the preview that he shared with her earlier.
However she was utterly amazed at the words that poured forth from his mind to his hand and onto the screen for her to read.
There could be no words, no expressions that could truly convey how she felt just then.
She felt frozen in time and space, as her mind whirred with an overwhelming sense being totally cherished by a person that she was utterly unworthy of the time and efforts he had spent on her.
There also a sense of pride along with it. This is what HE wrote for HER.... no one else.... just HER!
Then an amusing sense of suspicion arose from within her as she thought to herself, 'Who are YOU? And what have you done with my boyfriend!?', she chuckled lightly, knowing that only her Fishcake and no one else would write this for her.
She wondered why he had been hiding such an amazing part of himself from her. Was it that he was afraid of her? Maybe. She was very much a devil sometimes to him. Her fiery temper caused her to do and say regrettable things. She felt rather dirty and ugly for having done and said such things to him. He deserved better than a devil girl; who growled, raged, and stewed on things that he may have, or that she had assumed of him. He deserved an angel.
She did feel a bit angelic at the moment though. She just wanted to fly away up to cloud nine, where apparently all loved people went when they felt such a thing. She certainly was glowing like an angel. Her eyes certainly seemed brighter, more vibrant now. Her voice itched to sing out something for him. Her lips quivered like they had been shot by Cupid's arrows. She wanted to kiss him, just so he could taste her and see that she indeed was good.
All she ever wanted in life was right here, in those words he had relayed to her.
All she needed was to be loved, cherished, and cared for by someone who saw her as a friend, a lover, indeed their mate for life. This is NOT what she had asked for, nor was it anything she had even dreamed of at night when she slept. No... this was so much MORE and BETTER than the petty things she desired in life.
This was LOVE!
There was no turning back now.... she had to accept it. She had to make sure that this love was kept safe from harm, especially from herself. There was no way she could ever let this heart of his that he had given her go away from her presence.
She would have to be extra tender and gentle with this fragile object of her affection. Though he was not made of glass, she would treat him as if he were made of spiderweb. That is if she knew how.
She felt frustrated that she was so many miles away from him, and had not the means to experience him in real life and in real time. She would use the first opportunity to meet up with him.
Oh yes. When they would meet, there would be fireworks of celebration, and soft petals of love shared. She would want him, all of him, and certainly he would desire the same from her.
This made her eager and anxious and afraid. She wanted so much, yet even in this, she was getting so little it seemed. She felt guilty for her greediness, especially when he WAS giving her all that he could... all that any man should give a woman that he loved with all of his being.
Again, there were no words that she could say, nothing that she could do, that would show how thankful she was of him for writing this for her. How beautiful he made her feel every day. How wonderfully loved she now knew she was by him, How cherished and precious she was to him.
She knew that she could never go back on her word, when she would tell him "I love you!", at the next chance she got, and secretly wait for the day that she would be able to say, "I do!", to him as well.