Hey guys. I woke up this morning and wanted to write something sappy, so here it is. Let me know what you think.



I could litterally lay here all day; like just stay here for the rest of my exsistance and be completely content. When I decided to move back in with Christian 6 months ago, I thought things would be good, but things had been better than I had thought was possible. Everything in my life was making sense and going according to plan. I was working at a job I loved, I was with the man I loved, in a city I loved. Everything was going so well, and as I rolled over and saw him still sleeping, with that smile on his face, I knew that was the reason I was here. It didnt matter that he had darkness in him; I had a little darkness in me too. I didnt matter that he was a little overbearing, because thats how he showed his love. And it didnt matter what anyone else thought, becuase it was just me and him. I always knew that no matter what, it would be just like this. And everytime I looked into the future, he would always be there playing his part. There wasnt a single thought in my mind about Christian that made me doubt him. He was changing and I knew he was doing that for me. I couldnt ask anything more of him, because everyday little by little, he was changing; changing for love, for the a better future. As I stood up, I could tell I would be early for work, becuase the sun had just risen. With one last look back at Christian, I made my way down stairs to the kitchen. It was empty, nothing like it usually is. Usually, it was the centre of the house, the place where family would join and talk over beautifully prepared meals. It was the place where all the commotion of the day played around, and I loved that fact. I loved that even though we both had hectic days and some nights, we still managed to come back together and have a meal with each other.

As I walked over to the fridge, the coolness of the tiles chilled my bear feet. This morning had been unseasonally cold. Not finding something that looked enticing, I made my way back upstairs to the shower. But at the corner of my eye, I saw something on the table. A little peice of paper. Thinking it was odd, I walked over to it and looked at it. There wasnt anything overly threatening about it; it was just a plain peice of white paper. Unfolding it, I could see that there was handwritting; elegant and cursive.

Dearest Christian,

Please, dont shut me out. We have hardly seen each other in the last 6months, and I miss you. And I know you miss me too. I know your with her now, but what could possibly come from that. She doesnt know you like I do, she never will. We are the same, you and I. Im the moon and your the sun, there cant be one without the other. I wont give up on us, even if you do. Because when your back with me, you will be greatful that I fought for us. I love you.

Forever yours


It was like all the warmth from my body left me and was never coming back. I had been so happy, the happiest I had been in years, and now this. There was always something, something that threatened our love and happiness. But at the same time, his woman loved Christian. There had to be a reason as to why she felt this way, she couldnt just have created these feelings out of thin air. I couldnt believe that there was a reason why she would, but I couldnt help but doubt. And once it was there, it grew like wildfire. There was some woman out there who wanted my life; what I had. And there must be a reason for that. Christian. With trembling fingers, I walked up the stairs and back into the room, where to my suprise Christian was just waking up. His sleepy eyes hadnt fully opened, and his hair was in array.


"Ana? What are you doing up so early?"

As I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, there were a hundred thinggs going through my mind. How would I even start this conversation with him and did I want to know what the truth was? What if something did happen between them and I was too dumb and in love to realise it? My heart was racing and I could feel the heat build under my skin.

"Ana whats wrong?"

I couldnt say anything, I didnt know how. It was like it was stuck in my throat and wouldnt come out. In my head there where a thousand images flying through it, and each one burned more than the last. I could feel Christians soft touch on my back, and it was like it shocked me back to reality. Usually, this would put a smile on my face, and butterflies in my stomach, but now all I could think of was if he had touched someone else the same way he touched me? Had he whispered sweet words to her the same way? Had he called her name out, knowing that it was name that should have been said?

"Read this Christian."

I handed him the love note, and he immediately looked tense. Even though I knew he was wearing nothing but the sheets, I couldnt wish my mind to wonder. I was looking at his face as he read and re-read the note. He was frowing, and from knowing him, I could tell that he wasnt happy at all. He was fuming to say the least.

"Where did you find this?"

"On the dinning room table, this morning. I went downstairs for a drink or a bite to eat and on the way up here I found it."


"Christian, is there something you need to tell me?"

Silence, not a single word.

"Christian? Who is this woman?"

"Lelia, my ex-sub."