Every Day I Love You More

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Disclaimer: everyday I wish I knew these beautiful men, but alas I do not, so I must rely on my imagination to connect me to these men. I do not know of their sexual orientations. I support all girlfriends/boyfriends that they may have so this is not meant as an anti significant others story, just something to entertain to masses. If you don't like boy boy love, don't read.

Series: Everyday I Love You More

I Love the Way You Love Me

Your head on my shoulder. My tears mixed with yours. I can't imagine a better feeling than this. Together at last. At least, we are under the impression that we're together. But really, I don't know the truth. I know I love you. I know you love me, but we really haven't talked about it.

I can hold your hand as you cry into my chest and soothe your cries, but it doesn't solve anything. But what needs to be solves right now? Right now, we are what we are. And right now, I know what I can do to make you happy. Right now, I kiss your head and relax to the sound of your breathing.

I can say your name gently under my breath and your cried cease and you close your eyes and gently fall asleep.

I like the feel of your name on my lips

And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss

The way that your fingers run through my hair

And how your scent lingers even when you're not there

Before you fall asleep I gently pick you up and hold you up with half of my body. We walk upstairs, silently. No words are needed. But they, the words, the thoughts, the songs, are all floating around in my head, I'm thinking enough for the both us.

Simplicity. All I'm asking for a little simplicity. Like watching you sleep, or looking at you looking at me. But maybe we are years off of that moment. But I know it'll happen, so I am content to just look at you right now,

And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh

And how you enjoy your two-hour bath

And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain

With everyone watching like we were insane

I watch you fall asleep, and I watch you wake up. You raise your arms up and around your head as you stretch from nightly slumber. I sit on the chair I have been siting on all night and just slip into utter happiness while watching you do your morning rituals. Because now, I know, I can wake up every morning and watch you.

" Morning."

" Morning."

The simplicity of our exchange is one of the most intimate. He walks into the adjoining bathroom and turns on the water for a shower. As the door closes I crawl up into the bed and snuggle into the sheets. I smell him, and I love him. I fall asleep feeling as if he is holding me.

" Justin? You awake?"

He kisses my cheek before leaving the room.

" I hope you know, I really hope you do."

But I love the way you love me

Strong and wild, slow and easy

Heart and soul so completely

I love the way you love me

I dream of him. I always do. But these dreams are memories, and scenes from our lives. Like how he looks at me when we goof off in the studio. Or how he hold me protectively when we see scary movie, and how I hold him when we watch chick flicks and his eyes tear up, though he swears they don't. I treasure these moments. It's these moments I fear we will lose.

And I like the sound of old R 'n' B

And you roll your eyes when I'm slightly off key

And I like the innocent way that you cry

At sappy old movies you've seen thousands of times

I walk down after a few hours of precious sleep. I walk downstairs and see that you are sitting on the couch, your feet beneath you as you wear your glasses that only I know you have as you read the new book your mother just sent you. Your fingers flip the pages with such grace.

You must be losing it Timberlake, you're thinking about how sexy he is read a book. But he is. And I'm proud to have these thoughts.

He hears the creaks in the floor and looks up at me. He smiles gently and returns to his book. Millions of things go through my head right now, but the bad are pushed away, and all that remains is his smiles, imprinted in my heart.

But I love the way you love me

Strong and wild, slow and easy

Heart and soul so completely

I love the way you love me

I grab my bowl of cereal and sit down in front of the TV in the kitchen. The volume turned down as to not disturb Josh. The pictures on the screen flash before me but I don't really pay attention to them. My mind is else where. I wish this was it. Me in one room, you in another, but our hearts, intertwined, forever. I take my bowl, stand in the doorway, and chew silently as I watch you read. This is just one of the many things I love about you. Then it hits me. Even if we never cross that line, as long as I don't lose you, as long as I can still eat my Apple Jacks and watch you read, I'd be happy.

(Listen to me now.)

And I could list a million things

I love to like about you

But they all come down to one reason

I could never live without you.

I finish my food and sit next to you; you smile into your book, but don't turn your head. I turn and start to tap my fingers on your flannel-clad thigh. You turn another page; the sound it makes is the only sound in the room.

Sometimes, the silence is peaceful, but when we had these awkward silences, that both of us thought were awkward, but neither of us wanted to admit, the silence was terrifying. I sing the first song that pops into my head. It's a good choice, because Josh closes the book and closes his eyes.

I love the way you love me

Strong and wild, slow and easy

Heart and soul so completely

I love the way you love me

He turns his head to me, eyes still closed. His face inches closer and closer. Our lips are inches apart.

" Thank you."

I smile.

I love the way that you love me.

(I love the way you love me, Boyzone)