Hey. Just something written because I have no life. Kthnx.

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How long had it been since I first loved him?

How long ago had he loved me back?

Gaara…he never said much.

He never once said he loved me.

But still, his warm smile that he didn't show anyone but me,

His strong embrace and nobody else had felt,

That was enough to know.

He truly did love me.

The first time we were together was awkward.

I think we rushed through it.

It was in the middle of summer, and I had been afraid I was sweating all over him.

But that was ok, because he was sweating too.

There was no way I could ever forget his body pressed against mine.

It was funny, though.

The moment I lost my virginity, he looked at me with a strange expression.

He thought he had broken me.

The second time he and fucked was rough.

He showed no mercy.

I showed no mercy.

It was hard, ruthless, quick-paced, pure fucking.

He yelled dirty things to me that made me blush.

I screamed out his name.

He screamed out mine.

It made me feel warm inside.

I started crying afterwards.

"Don't tell me I broke you." He had joked, running a warm hand through my hair.

I couldn't help but laugh.

The third time we bonded ourselves was warm.

It was in the middle of winter.

We were cuddling to share body heat, I think.

Somehow he ended up inside of me, holding me and whispering beautiful words into my freezing cold ears.

But that was ok, because his hot breath warmed me up.

His body…was cold.

And then it was hot.

He moved quite slowly, almost agonizingly so.

But he made me feel loved.

He had pieced together everything that had been broken.

The fourth time Gaara and I were intimate was breath taking.

He saved me.

I had been drowning.

CPR was supposed to be just a life saver, but his lips on mine took my breath away.

And then he wasn't giving me air, but kissing me.

And then…and then we were naked and gasping.

He held me tenderly, yet firmly.

He was crying.

"I thought I had lost you." He whispered, burying his face into my neck.

I had wrapped my arms around him, telling him that it was ok.

"I'll protect you." He had gasped out as he reached his climax. "I won't let anything break you."

The fifth time we slept together was beautiful.

I couldn't forget his sweet words, complimenting my eyes, my hair, my body, my everything.

I had never seen a body so perfect, a face so god-like as it reached deeper inside of me.

And he said that I was beautiful.

I cried that night, too, because no one had ever said that I was beautiful.

And that night, nothing had broken.

Except for a vase.

The last time he and I made love was everlasting.

The way he held me.

His face buried into my skin.

His nails digging into my back and clawing desperately at my sides.

That night he proved that he would love me forever.

Not with his words.

No, he never once said he loved me.

But with his actions.

That night, I felt complete.

I too, would always love him.

Forever.

Today, I stand in front of his grave.

Angry.

He could never love me forever now. He had broken that promise.

Sad.

My lover, the one I was going to bind myself to for all eternity, was gone.

Happy.

He didn't have to worry about me anymore.

I cry today.

Gaara, you have finally broken me.