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Josh Chasez (joshuascott) wrote,
@ 2003-07-17 04:16:00
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    Current mood: excited

    Surprise, Surprise, There are no surprises.
    ::He's scared. He doesn't know much, but he knows that much. He takes a deep breath, and sits up straight, and reaches out, feeling only cool sheets beside him. He rubs his hot face, and remembers why .. Nick is across the hall tonight, across the hall - across the world. There's no difference. He isn't there with him now, and, with a slight grin, slides out of bed. Can't sleep because he's not there, he thinks, shaking his head as he makes his way across the dark suite, heading into the living area. He finds his laptop, sitting open atop the table, and plops down in the chair. He logs onto the Internet, and opens the journal client, and stares at the white box for a few minutes. He smiles again, wider this time, knowing Nick has found this online diary of his, and begins to type.::

    Nicker-Nacker, Snicker-Snacker, Cracker-Whacker ... Wait a sec. Cracker-Whacker? Whatchoo been doing', boy? Ha ha.

    So. It's like four in the fucking morning, and I'm awake. I'm like ... looking at the door, and I know you're just right there, but isn't it funny how you seem so far away? So yeah. I can't sleep. It just isn't the same without you here.

    You know something? I never thought I'd really be the one to ever say that. As fucked up as it all seems, I'm just not the marrying type, you know? I don't know if I even still am, but I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, when he asks if "I do", I do, man. There's been very few things in my life I've been that sure of, and this is one of them. I want to spend the rest of my life with you beside me. So sure of that.

    And so I sit, alone, and I'm thinking about you like always, and all I could think of was how different my life has been since I met you.

    So I'm composing this little list ... because yes. And yes, that explains it all.

    Fifty Reasons Why I Love You


    1. Because you are you.
    2. Because you love me too.
    3. Because you have a beautiful smile.
    4. You just make living worthwhile.
    5. Those eyes! Those eyes!
    6. You never tell me lies.
    7. You growl.
    8. You look great in a towel.
    9. You have a pure heart.
    10. I believe when you say we'll never be apart.
    11. Your lips are so red.
    12. You are REALLY great in bed. ;D
    13. You look nice in blue.
    14. I know you'll always be true.
    15. Golden hair like the sun.
    16. I just know you are the one.
    17. Protective arms.
    18. Wily charms.
    19. Your jaw clicks when you eat.
    20. Because you're not very neat.
    21. You play the guitar.
    22. You're sweet enough to not go very far.
    23. There was that time on the beach...
    24. You're never far out of reach.
    25. Your skin is so smooth.
    26. We're in a comfortable groove.
    27. Laughter like bells.
    28. Your breath never smells.
    29. You can be cocky as fuck.
    30. You got a great butt.
    31. You wear your cap backwards.
    32. You don't act like a fucktard.
    33. The kitten made you grin.
    34. Stirs up feelings way deep within.
    35. You sing late at night.
    36. Your voice is so pretty all quiet.
    37. Deep, husky whisper.
    38. Those ugly blue slippers.
    39. Star gazing.
    40. Sunday lazing.
    41. Midnight kisses.
    42. Shared wishes.
    43. Those manly hands.
    44. Our perfect plans.
    45. You sing in the shower.
    46. You got so much power!
    47. You have so much love, deep within.
    48. There's so, so much to give.
    49. I'm so fucking lucky I have you.
    50. I swear to you, we'll be together, as long as we both shall live.

    I could think of a million more, but I think I'm finally sleepy enough to doze. I love you. See you tomorrow. Definitely.

    Love, Josh.


    ::He smiles, and yawns, rubbing his eyes as he clicks the "update" button, thinking about everything he's written, and about maybe getting some rest, and logs off the 'Net, shutting the laptop with a soft click.::


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