The Joker

A Story by Joslynn Decker

Is it possible to be this incredibly overjoyed? How could I be this lucky? Just hearing his voice makes me smile as if I were the Cheshire cat. When he calls me "baby" the sparkle embedded in the light blue of his eyes is reflected into mine. They make me melt inside. We joke about never arguing because we agree upon nearly everything. On my first try I found someone that means the world to me. Someone that turns all dark days around. The one person in the world I can actually trust. It's difficult for me to open the gates, but somehow he managed to acquire a key. Maybe the key to my heart as well. He completes me and I believe I'm guilty of being in love with him. Many people must communicate 24/7 to keep a relationship. Ours allows us to be content in just seeing each other. Especially when we go to bed. When we fall asleep together I feel safe from all the demons reality brings. Not to mention the way he looks at me when he says "I love you". It seems somewhat like magic. Like the night we met. Nothing was awkward. As if we'd known each other our entire lives. He seems to find is way into my thoughts more and more. More and more often I find him slipping his way into my writing. Every little flaw or quirk he's self conscious about, I love. The interesting stories to explain life he comes up with in mere seconds would make your day. I pray that loosing him will not be an option. Hoping the person that surpassed my expectations feels the same about me and my problematic self. Hoping the one man that makes my everyday better will stick around longer than my friends and family predict. For he is perfect in my eyes. When he's tired and quiet or hyper and bouncy. Even if he's an outcast in his school, he fits in perfectly with me. The last piece of a puzzle that brings the entire image together. He completes my puzzle and the image turned out quite nicely in my opinion. He's the Joker to my Harley Quinn. I think what I'm trying to say is that he is my best friend and I love him. Such an immense pain grows when I think of being without him. I'm drowning in sheer joy with the fact that I am lucky enough to call him my boyfriend. That someone with such an amazing personality could actually like me for me. I have no idea how to keep him around or what I'm doing. The one thing I do know though is that he's worth figuring it out.