Californian Girl

Nine years ago I made a promise that I would come and marry her. Two months ago I promised I’d meet her half way. Five days ago I flew 3000 miles to keep that promise. I came to tell her that I would never let her go. I came to show her that whatever reality entails she will always be my perfect dream, my perfect Californian sky. I came with no expectations, no reasons to leave, no fears to run away from. I came to love her and I sure as hell loved like I’ve never loved before. Her smile was perfect, her hair was soft, her skin radiates the perfect amount of warmth that kept me warm but yet not enough to keep me from shaking from the excitement of meeting someone I’ve been in love with for a long time. I held those hands, kissed those lips, wrap myself around her body so I could keep her forever. I kissed her cigarette stained lips, took my first breath of Californian sky in her arms, cried those tears as I watched her fall asleep in my arms. I snuggled closer to her so I’d stay warm when she steals the covers. I stayed awake as long as I can just to watch her chest rise and fall and tried to match my heart beat with her till I can’t breathe anymore. I held her close as we walked out to the Pacific at 3AM and fought those waves that glisten under the blue pale moon. I tried not to think of the seaweed running up my boxers and ignored my fear of drowning. The whole time she was holding me close trying to keep from shaking from the cold. But it was never the cold that made me shake, it was the feeling of being with her and knowing I was as close to heaven as anyone could be while still alive. She was that final step up a long flight of stairs where you feel relieved and accomplished. She was that comfy bed you lie down on after a long day of work. She was that shot of whiskey when you need to get away from reality. She was that first ray of light shining through the blinds as you start your day knowing that everything will be okay. I will return soon, I will come back for more, and I will bring a love much stronger than the last one. I will make you mine if it means I never come back home. I want to make you my home. Wait for me, stay with me, because “I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me. Paparazzi. Baby there’s no other superstar, you know that I’ll be your paparazzi.”