Feb 23, 2011 19:34
Another really short drabble!
She loved his voice. She loved it when he sang to her in the mornings, before work. She loved him and everything about him. And he loved her. He spoiled her, treated her like a princess and she adored him for it. He wasn't like any of the other guys she dated growing up, no he was different. He didn't rush her, he didn't pressure her into dates. He gave her all the space she wanted and he always put her first. He was every girls dream guy and she felt like she was the luckiest girl alive to have him.
To wake up to his voice singing in the kitchen as he made breakfast, sometimes he'd sing there songs sometimes something he just completely made up. And she'd lay there listening. Because it all felt like some huge childhood dream, and she never wanted to wake up from it.