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Note: Third in the FOR THE STRENGTH OF OUR LOVE SERIES
He's sleeping now. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. He has a small smile on his face as I gently stroke his hair. I can't believe that he's here. Just months ago, he was telling me that it was best for both of us if he left. And then two weeks ago, we were told that we had to be together to survive. It's all a little overwhelming. But I think I can take it. I have to, I want to.
Angel's the reason why I survived all these years. He doesn't know this, but if it weren't for him, I know I would have never made it. I don't know how I know this, I just do. From the moment I saw him, I loved him. When you're sixteen, you're not supposed to know what real love feels like. At least that's what everyone tells you. It's not true. Some people meet their soul mates when they are still in the sandbox. I wonder what it would have been like if Angel and I cold have grown up together. Oh well, I don't want to think of what could have been. All I know is I want whet will be.
He's shifting a little. I think he's having a bad dream. He keeps whispering something. I lean in so I can hear, and I hear him murmur my name. Even in his sleep, he calls out for my help. I'm running my hands over his face to calm him. He leans into my touch, and falls back into a full dreamless sleep, or at least it seems the nightmares have ended. It brings me happiness to know that I can bring him happiness and peace.
I wonder if he knows how beautiful he is. It's not just his looks that make him handsome, although they do help, but it's his soul. He has the purest soul I know. No human could ever have a soul like his. He's caring, sweet, romantic, and generous. At times, he makes mistakes, but everyone does. But I know that he always does things for a reason. He would have never left me if he didn't truly believe it was for the best.
I knew how hard it was for him to stay away from me before he left. Not stay away as not be around, but not go too far. I could feel it in his kisses and his caresses. There was one time we were making out on his bed, and he started to slide his hand under my shirt. His touch sends little electric shocks to my core. I see him, and I'm wet. I know he can smell it. His nostrils flare, and his forehead scrunches in sexual frustration. I always found it cute. Every time I was with him, and wanted him to take me to bed, and make love to me until I could stand it no more, and still not stop. God, I want him so bad, I want him to take me right now.
But we can't. Even though in two years time we will be able to, we can't know. If we do, we'll lose, and everything that we ever stood for is lost. I know it's going to be hard on both of us over the coming years, but I know we can survive it.
I cuddle into him as I lay back down. He wraps his arm around my waist in a possessive manner. As I start to drift off to sleep, I tell him I love him, and he murmurs it back. I can't believe how happy I am. Tomorrow, we have to go see Giles, but for now, I just want to be with him. My Angel. My darling Angel.