AFTERMATH.
011. ❛ telling her. ❜

I love Natasha Romanoff. I do, and I can shout it from the rooftops so that everybody would know how crazy in love I am with her. And though it's easy to write what I can do, I haven't been able to get the words out.

The thing is that she'd be the first person to receive those words. I've never in my life had said those words to a significant other. And slightly getting anxious over the fact that I'm going to say it to her. I've tried to say it on multiple occasions, and none of the times have the words stumble out. I would just choke and talk about the weather. I'm pretty sure at this point, Natasha thinks I'm obsessed with becoming a meteorologist.

I've tried all the different tones of how I could say I love you. I even asked Clint about his love story with Laura, and how he said it— although his story did capture some hearts whenever told, mine wasn't since it didn't offer me much. Then I went to Tony, and he explained that the only person he said it to was Pepper.

Both men did offer the same advice, that the moment has to be right. I can't put much thought into it since I always psych myself out. Maybe she'll even say it first, and it'll save me the embarrassing moment of me trying to say it.

A poem would be nice or a song. But I can't be the next Shakespeare or sing. Perhaps I should try all the movie troupes of doing it. I can try the pottery scene in Ghost or the boombox moment in Say Anything, (I'm a huge fan of old movies.)

I love Natasha Romanoff. I love her and the way that she gets excited whenever she pins me down. I love the way she strokes my hair when I place my head on her lap. I love that she worries about me, when I worry about her ten times more. The way her hair is that sexy red color. Or the way her eyes lovingly look at me whenever she leans in for a kiss. The way that her hands snake around me, whenever we spoon. How we hold each other up.

There are a millions reasons I can list of why I'm in love with her, and there's going to be a million more until death parts us.