past & future , it scared him but it didnt stop him.

He sat and watched her. He watched her come in the room with just her bath towel. He admired her, sometimes he didn’t know why he admired her so much but that’s not what bothered him. The feelings were undeniable, she was irresistible, but her past, her past is what scared him. She sat on the bed, he watched her put on lotion, every flaw that she think she had, he’d never noticed. Smooth and beautiful, her skin, the color of milk chocolate. He admired her. She’d never lied to him about the things that happened in her past, that’s one reason he loved her. He watched her get off the bed, walk to the closet and grab her under garments. He chuckled, she rarely wore panties but tonight she chose a G. She had a cat on her lower back, a piece of her past. She had one on her upper back, another piece of her past now covered with tribal flowers. His eyes lingered on the tattoo, he wondered if she loved the man whose name she covered as much as she loved him. He never let insecurities get to him; he knew he had her heart. She had scars, ones you could see and the others were invisible but he’d seen them. Her breast scars, he admired them. To him, they showed how strong she was and what she’d been through. She caught him starring. He winked at her. She smiled. He loved her smile; it hid so many emotions but always showed happiness. Sometimes he thought he’d see a sparkle in her eye when she smiled at him. Her eyes were a normal brown color, they weren’t too big or too small, and the shape was perfect. All he ever seen was perfection when he looked at her. She chose a pair of jeans, they weren’t too tight, nor were they loose. He hardly ever thought about the men that touched her before him. It was her past. He’d watched her transform. He’d watched her grow. As much as her past scared him, her future with him didn’t cause many questions or concerns. When they met, she let him know every detail about her and what she’d been through, he accepted it because it was before him and he loved the person she was now. He sat and watched her put on her shirt, she had a thing for the t-shirt and jeans look, he chuckled at the thought of her saying “I’m a different kind of gal” her shirt was kind of snug; she looked in the mirror and back at him and pouted. He got up off the bed and walked up behind her, he touched where she pouted at. Their future. This woman allowed him to plant his seed in her body and he loved her for that. Her past no longer matter nor did it scare him because he knew he’d made the right decision by pursing her. The men of her past, covered with ink, didn’t bother her. The ring she wore on her now swollen hands, he put it there, the belly she had, and he did that too. She didn’t know what he was thinking this whole time while she got dressed, she loved when he looked at her. Her past scared her more than it could ever scare him, mainly because she was the one that experienced it. She loved this man though, she’d finally found her true soul mate, now she knew that the things that she went through was only making her strong for what she really deserved. He gave her the American dream.