Chasing Clouds

by Kathryn Andrews

Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word to describe her laughter.

I don’t know her, but after this morning, it seems I would do anything for her.

I’ve never been one who particularly cares about hand-holding, but hers . . . I think I could hold on to it for a really long time.

HE GAVE ME a paper airplane, a small sheet of paper folded into tiny angles, and I can’t think of one other thing in my life that has ever meant so much.

Why is looking at him like looking at the sun?

this kiss is the kind stories are written about, the kind that will ruin me for anyone else.

I will no longer be anyone’s doormat. I am not a pushover, and I refuse to allow people to treat me this way anymore.

I would never bring another guy back to your home. I would never bring another guy anywhere. For as long as we are a we, I’m yours.”

“I’m yours, too,” he says, letting out a deep breath.

“Who cares? I certainly don’t care what you look like. I think you’re beautiful whether you’re dressed up for our wedding or climbing out of bed in the morning. It’s all the same to me, because all of it is you. You have to live your life, and you can’t be worried about what others think all the time.”

He said ‘our wedding,’ and I think a piece of my heart broke off and blew his way.

It doesn’t matter anymore. Appearances don’t matter to me. Character does.”

We aren’t on top of each other one hundred percent of the time—although I wouldn’t mind if she were on top of me now and then.

She leaves the door cracked, and before I head to the gym, I can’t help but watch her sleep. I know that makes me sound like a total creeper, but I need to see her before I leave to remind myself this is reality and I am married.

She looks tiny, sweet, at peace. I hate that she doesn’t look like this during the day, and the thought leaves me feeling very protective over her.

‘Music is the only thing that understands and can respond to all emotions of the heart. When you’re happy you hear the melody, when you’re angry you focus on the beat, and when you’re sad you listen to the lyrics.’”

He does have really large hands . . . hands I’m certain could do magical things to me.

“In all the years I’ve listened to his music, I’ve never played it purposefully for someone else,”

Her smile is bright and aimed right at me. I love that I get this smile and others don’t, but she shouldn’t be wary of sharing it. It’s beautiful.

“I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you. You take my breath away.”

Absolutely not. Like it or not, for now you are my wife, and I take care of what’s mine.”

“I need you.” My heart is hammering in my chest at my admission. Without hesitation, she says, “So take me.”

“My favorite thing we did was everything, because I got to be with you.”

I deserve a guy who will fight for me because he wants me, not because he needs me in order to advance his career?

but from now on, if anyone is going to be the one to dry them, it’s me.