The touch of her skin, so soft and subtle, grazes against mine. I look into her eyes which are like calm blue oceans on a nice sunny day. I reach for her, pulling her closer to me. I can't seem to keep my hands off her.

"You're beautiful," I stated, still lost in the wonders of her body. She giggled raising her hand to softly touch my face. Her fingertips slide gently down it sending chills down my spine. I feel myself lose all control as she presses her soft lips against mine.

Her arms fall loosely around my neck as I pull her in closer. We continue the kiss but she quickly breaks it off and for a moment I think something is wrong but she flashes a smile at me and suddenly I feel at home.

"I need to go," She whispers softly. I feel my whole entire being flushed with sadness. I refuse to let her go as I adjust my arms just a little bit tighter around her waist.

"No, you don't. You can stay here with me. I told you, I would take care of you," I replied. She laughs to herself but it is not a humorous laugh, it is a defensive laugh. She removes herself from my arms, grabbing her coat.

"Emmet, I don't know if you ever noticed but I don't need a man to take care of me. I just wish you would realize that I can, in fact, be independent," She raises her voice at me. I freeze for a moment, unsure of what to say. I want her to stay.

I want her so desperately to be mine. I want her to lie with me, I want her to kiss me until we're both numb, I want to feel her hands all over, and lose myself in her touch. But at the same time, I wanted more than that.

I wanted to wake up to her beautiful face every morning and cook her breakfast in bed. I wanted to hear her laugh every moment of my day. I wanted to be there when she was drowning in her tears and needed the embrace of my arms. I wanted to drive her around places and hear her complain about her friends.

I wanted to put a ring on her finger and I wanted her father to call me son. I wanted to have kids with her and sit on the back porch with her as we watched our mini-mes wandering around in the grass of our secluded backyard. I wanted to be hers, forever and ever. But how do you express that in just a few words?

You can't.

I was silent as she stared blankly at me, waiting for some sort of response. After a few moments, she lets out an exasperated breath.

"You know what Emmet, I thought you were done with all this. I thought we were ready for something more than this. I'm worth more than one night stands, you know." She once again waits for a response and once again I am still silent, wishing nothing more than to find the words to tell her how I'm actually feeling. Tears start to fall from her eyes but she wipes them subtly as she looks me right in the eye, coming close to my face.

"Emmet Daniel Brooks, I thought you were different," She whispers with anger and disgust before snatching her coat and walking out of my front door into the rain. I extend my arms, trying to capture the hot breath she had used to so carefully whisper. It was no use, she was gone.

Before I met her the promise of marriage would have scared me away but now it was the only thing I wanted. But I had chased my beautiful bride away. The feeling finally starts to sink into my skin as I feel myself collapsing to the ground. The world goes blurry around me. All I can hear is my sobbing and all I can feel are my aching tears.