Requested - Imagine #8: Makaylah

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Imagine that you're at home waiting for your boyfriend to get home. He had said that he wanted to show you something as soon as he got home. Apparently, I was something very important. You were in your bedroom reading a book. It was a Nicholas Sparks book. It was your favorite one and everyone was aware of it because the book was already tattered and bent in multiple places.

"Makaylah, I'm home." He sets his car keys on the dining table and runs to the room to see you. He lightly pecks you on the lips. You smile and then slightly frown.

"What's wrong Mak?"

"Nothing." You say. You didn't want him to worry. So you give him a reassuring smile and repeat the same word.

"I know you better. You can trust me. What's wrong?"

"Why do you love me?"

"What?" He says shocked by your question. He knows what his answer is but he wants to make sure he heard the question right.

"Why do you love me?"

"I love you because you're you." He says smiling. After everything you had gone through the past years, he was proud of how strong you were. He would always brag about how strong you were.

"That's not the answer I wanted, Hunter. Why do you love me?"

"I don't understand." He says slightly confused.

"I'm sixteen, Hunter. I know you love me but why?" He staring at you thinking about what to answer. "I'm not like other girls. I'm not--"

"That's why I love you. You're not like the other girls. You're different."

"Well, of course, I'm different. I'm in this wheelchair. I wanna be like the other girls. I wanna be able to run around and stuff."

"I'm not talking about the wheelchair, Mak. I love you for being you. I love your light brown hair and your beautiful green eyes that sparkle every time I see you.

"I love how your smile always reaches your eyes. I love how you always speak your mind and how well you get along with kids. Especially at the daycare. I've seen you.

"You're voice is amazing. I love it. You're my angel, Makaylah, and you don't seem to notice that." He got up and left the room but he did, you heard him mumble, "which reminds me."

'You're my angel, Makaylah, and you don't seem to notice that.' It was ringing through your ears. He came with his guitar. He looked up you and smiled.

"I wrote this song for you. It's going on the album and it didn't take long to write. I feel like you'll love this." He tuned his guitar and began to pick at some of the strings. "It'll take about ten minutes but I know you'll love this song."

You laugh at his joke. You were a little in shock. He had wrote a song for you and it was going on his album. His debut album.

"You know I'd fall apart without you. I don't know how you do what you do." He began to sing. By the time he sang the chorus a second time you knew why he loved you.

He wanted you the way you were. He didn't exactly care about your physical appearance. He loved you for you and he wrote in a song.

"I wanna make you feel...wanted." You were in tears. He hugged you and you hugged him back. His lips met yours and you kissed him back.

At some point he pulled back and you found yourself smiling and so was he.

"I love you."

"Mak, I will always love you."

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