MINE ONLY

My mind was void of any memory, my heart void of any feelings and my soul void of him. He was supposed to be with me, not leave by my side but alas fate didn't allow. He was getting married to some gorgeous blonde and he could only utter the last words to me.

"I'm getting married, Dana." That was it. The end of my world, the end of my future with him, the end of my life which had gotten a boost since I met him. And, now he was getting married, forgetting about all the precious moments we had treasured together, breaking all those promises of togetherness, forgetting me.

And I, like the coward I always were I nodded at him like the idiot I always am when someone refuse to accept me as their own and even got him a wedding gift. And, oh, here I am at the airport because….. Well….. Because I cannot bear the idea of him with someone else having the perfect house, the perfect and adorable kids, the perfect life with a god damn perfect and gorgeous wife. I know, that is why I'm so frustrated, I love him and cannot even fight for him, heck I couldn't even reveal my feelings so barging in his marriage seemed so…..unlike me. Umm, maybe I stop arguing with my heart or was it my so fucking genius brain.

I sighed. Now there was no hope. Till yesterday there might have been some sliver of hope but glancing at the time, I realised that I might have as well as lost my chance to be with him because by the time now he was already married and perhaps en route for a blissful married life. God if I had just not been such a stupid and oblivious oxymoron like I always am I wou-. Ugg and, now I have been reduced from stupid and oblivious oxymoron to a crazy, stupid and oblivious oxymoron who has been talking to herself for the past 120 minutes and 24 seconds debating on how idiotic and pathetic person I am. Hearing the announcement of my flight, I got up, but soon halted in doing so when I saw a blob of familiar- too familiar of sandy blonde hair and green eyes. I signed mentally, thinking that now I am officially a crazy, hallucinated, stupid and oblivious oxymoron having hallucinations of the love of my life who someone else's centre of world. Raking my hand in my boring black hair, I proceeded to leave when I felt a hand on my wrist whose touch was so endearing and made me want to cry to let him go away from my life.

"It's nothing Dana, nothing at all. He's not here. You are only feeling his presence because you're feeling guilty, for leaving such a great and charming and sexy and so freaking handsome and so good in bed and so doting an-"

"Really D… That's something you never told me" Hearing his voice made chills race down my back and I turned not so gracefully and was about to found my butt kissing the white tiled floor of the airport when a hand grabbed my waist just in time.

"You can't be really here" I muttered.

"Why?"

"Because you're supposed to be at your own wedding" I encountered for making see the light.

"Umm, maybe I didn't get married"

"Why?" I asked suspicion dripping from my words and crossed my fingers which had somehow found their way on his shoulders.

"Because I love you duffer, Jesus I've never seen a woman like you Dana…. Seriously when were you intending on telling me you have feelings for me. What if I had gotten married Dana? What would you have done?"

A moment of silence reigned on both of us and I couldn't stop myself from looking in his deep brown eyes as he straightened himself from the position he had been but had nevertheless closed the distance between us by pressing his body against mine. I couldn't help but curse those tingling sensation which were increasing the heat creeping from my neck and chest.

"Dana?" He urged me to say something.

" Maybe I would have settled down in the mental asylum some days after you got married, because ,you can't believe, but it's true, I been rambling or discussing or cursing myself for this so stupid thi-"

"Dana, do you love me? "

Raising an eyebrow as if defying him asked

"What if I say yes?"

A smirk slowly crept its way to his luscious lips and said in a whisper

"A high probability that I kiss you here senselessly, in this crowded airport, and not giving a damn thought about them is present."

"So? What are you waiting for?"

"Oh?" he said and directed his lips hovering just an inch above mine.

Before he could actually kiss me I gasped.

"Oh my god, what happened to that gorgeous blonde who you were supposed to marry? Don't tell me you left her alone on the aisle. This is terrible Chuck. I mean what is sh-"

Before I could finish my words he laughed that maniacal laugh of his but wasn't really maniacal as I wished for it to be but instead was soothing and realistic. Thank god this is not a dream or some illusions.

"Oh god, women, I tell you. I left the wedding to be with you and all you can think is that I left that gorgeous blonde, your own words. And now you know when I say you drive crazy, woman. But I didn't leave her alone, she must be, or has already been married to some guy who came to stop the wedding and I ceased that moment to come here and stop you from committing any more stupidities."

"Oh" was all I could say.

"So?" Chuck asked glancing from my blue eyes to my lips fleetingly.

"Well, now you may kiss the bride."

And so he did, as my hands entangled themselves in his soft blonde hair, lips moving over the other, our taste melding together, and his calloused hand moving from my cheek to cup my neck. Breaking the kiss for precious oxygen, Chuck added

"How about we go home and continue the rest of this there?"

"Good idea" I said as I bent down to retrieve my bag which had fallen during the smouldering kiss and as an afterthought I said "We might as well prepare for family planning?" I winked at him.

"Why, isn't someone rushing there? But I don't blame you, very often women find it too much too be waiting to be with me"

"Ha-ha, so funny."

"Well don't be angry, but even I can't wait to you as mine only" And with this he dropped another tingling kiss on my lips.