prompt: Assignment (Due at 11:59 pm): Write about love and where you apply it.
a/n: Sup guys! I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while, I had some family and school problems going on. Here is something short for now while I work on the two series I have. I hope you all enjoy it because I thought this was so cute. ok bye!
Assignment (Due at 11:59 pm): Write about love and where you apply it.
The assignment title bothered you. It sounded so simple when it was assigned but now it seems impossible. How were you supposed to write about something you love so in depth that your teacher ‘can feel the love radiating from her computer screen’? You have been sitting on this surprisingly uncomfortable couch for what seemed like hours.
“Still on that assignment?” Spencer asked as he grabbed his coat from the coat hanger. “Yeah, I don’t know what to write about. I absolutely hate creative writing. Who even told me to take this class?” You said staring at the blank screen with the taunting blinking line. “I remember it being yourself. You were so excited fro it too.” You scoffed at Spencer because you damn well knew that you did this to yourself. He must’ve saw the bother looked you know sported. because he walked towards you. “You’ll figure it out. Morgan asked me to go out. I’ll be back later and I’ll be sure to bring you back something sweet.” He kissed you. “I love you!” He said, rushing out the door. “I love you too!” You screamed from the couch hoping he heard you.
You looked back at the screen and groaned. Why can’t you think of one thing to say? You sighed and looked around the apartment, maybe something could inspire you. As you looked around, nothing stood out to you except for the white coffee stained mug on the counter. The mug, of course, belonging to Spencer. He always forgets to put his mug in the sink after drinking coffee just like he never puts his shoes back in the closet. You always trip over them since they’re always in a random spot in the apartment. You laughed because it just seemed funny how a man with eidetic memory can’t remember too put his shoes away or his mug in the sink, among other things. Nonetheless, you loved him. And with that thought a very obvious paper topic came to mind.
My boyfriend, I love my boyfriend. I love my 6 foot something, smart, attractive boyfriend.
He smells like mornings, like fresh linen and coffee. When he has an event to go to he will put on his Burberry London For Men cologne which smells like mahogany teakwood. I believe he smells like what heaven would smell. He doesn’t know how much I love how he smells. I’m obsessed with it just as much as he is obsessed with coffee. He is ridiculously obsessed with coffee which is often too sweet and too hot. His mom always tells him that she thinks he is so skinny because of the amount he drinks. He despises the idea of adding milk or any dairy product into it. He thinks it takes away from the whole point of coffee.
He’s in love with Russian classics. He always whispers the translation to me when we watch them together. Then again he does that at many movies that have a language that I can barely understand (which with him is almost every movie). At least in Charlie Chaplin movies he sits quietly, maybe spitting a fact or two. He watches them often because they remind him of his old mentor and it provides a distraction for when he’s feeling down. His old mentor loved Chaplin so when we watch it he always smiles fondly (which I think is adorable). He told me that his mentor once said “especially with the silence you can hear the unfiltered happiness of the world.” I think that’s the quote that keeps him going when things get a little (or a lot) tuff.
Like any other persons relationship, no matter how much I love him, he does sometimes annoy me. He leaves his dirty mugs out on the kitchen counter or coffee table, his shoes and mismatched socks are never where they are supposed to be, and he always wants to be on time (even when he knows that I’m always late). He also knows everything. I say that literally, his eidetic memory lets him remember every word he reads. It’s really hard to win a fight when he knows everything and I can barely remember what I had to eat that morning.
He also has an unimaginably high IQ. Sometimes I feel a little dumb around him but it’s fine because he never fails to show me how smart I am too. He pushes me to keep trying and to work hard. No matter how annoying I find him, I don’t think I can love him any less than the enormous amount I do now.
He’s also the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. He’s tall and lean. His fluffy and curly light brown hair is soft and frames his face perfectly. He could be a model with his strong facial structure and sunken eyes. Not even Brad Pitt can compete with his looks. He always has women trailing after his attention (luckily he’s a little clueless about when people flirt with him). He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect to me and one of his biggest flaws is him not being able to see that.
He is humble and selfless, which is good for where he works. He always wants the best for people and sometimes he forgets to use his brilliant mind and trusts way too easily. His selfless chivalry is also a flaw because he will probably never realize just how great he is. He doesn’t see just how many people actually love him and are thankful for him. I know I am and I try to always show him that.
I could go on for days talking about my man. He is the one who keeps me going and my biggest fan. So, again, I love my boyfriend. Spencer is the person I love most and will continue to love for the rest of my life; until death do us part.
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