#1.3.2013

It was a journey, wandering through woods, lost...tired...broken...stumbling through patches, clothing torn. Tired mind, tired body. But it was worth it. Walking that path.

It led me to you. 

Not a monster. Not a bad person. I'm Sam. I'm hers. I'm loved.

There's a fire. Nice and toasty. Big sofa with a bunch of pillows and a colorful blanket. Big windows, curtains pulled back. Snow falling outside. It's warm. Cozy. Puppy sleeping on a rug near the fireplace. 

Me, in worn jeans. Thick socks. Henley shirt. Tuning my guitar. Sitting on the couch. Guitar in my lap. Feet propped up on the coffee table. Something smells good. I'm humming along with whatever I'm playing. It sounds like nonsense at first until I realize it's that song. From the fireside. The first time I took you camping. When we sang together. 

I know You belong to somebody new But Tonight you belong to me Although we're apart Your part of my heart And tonight you belong to me

Way down, way down along the stream How very, very sweet it will seem Once more just to dream In the silvery moonlight My honey, I know With the dawn that you will be gone But tonight you belong to me Just to little old me

You walk into the room, smiling at me. Wearing my Captain America shirt. Those short shorts I love so much. Tall socks. Just...beautiful. So effortlessly stunning, and my fingers slip against the fret 'cause I can't take my eyes off you. 

You sit next to me, leaning close. Your lips brush against my cheek and your voice, that sweet voice joins mine and everything feels right. No need to worry about curfews. Gang shit. None of that now. There's you and me. Safe and sound. Our hut. Our love. What we've always wanted. 

Red and Wolf.

You set my guitar to the side, and climb into my lap, soft thighs straddling me. My head rests on your chest, and I can feel your heartbeat, and those little fingers of yours in my hair. I love having you close. It's finally quiet. No more Hunter. Only sweet memories of my Cricket. No more shaky hands. No more cravings. 

Our love....no longer my addiction, my habit...but my cure. I'm better. We're better. No more false promises.

I traveled so far. So long. But that light, your light...it brought me out of those woods. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry for making you cry. 

I remember everything.

I don't know if this is a dream, or a glimpse into our future, but I know I want it all. The hut, the puppy, the snow. The peace and quiet. And you. I want you. Forever.

I won't let this be the last memory we have. I need you. I love you. 

You and me, baby. 

Nobody but you and me. 

I promise.

I feel your kisses, that warmth. Your glow. It pulls me in, and I know everything's going to be okay.