Right from the very start, Len wanted to talk to you. Get to know you, speak with you, be with you. Ever since you met in the hallways in high school. It was requited. He was everything you ever wanted. He had a way of getting past the barriers you put up to others. You were a mystery, and he was the only one who took the time to try to figure you out. Those electric blue eyes knew all of your secrets, your hopes, your desires, your mistakes, your flaws, your falieurs. He knew the way that everything was bottled up. He would quietly whisper in your ear "it'll be okay" and "I'm here".
Len would plan impromptu dates, where you would drive around, going where you felt like, doing whatever you wanted. Spontaneous road trips would be planned Friday evening. 11:48 pm, in the dead of night, he would call your cell, asking if you would wanted to go somewhere, get away for a while. You picked up on the first ring. You always would say yes. He'd pick you up a coffee on his way to get you.
Some nights, you and Len would lay on the couch in his basement. You would talk, cuddle, listen to your favourite songs, right until the sun would rise. You would both lay flat on your back - your small figure on his. Your fingers would curl together. You would never look at anyone else like the way you looked at him. You loved him so much. And you knew that he loved you too. Hugs from behind when you were least expecting them, random kisses, he would never let you forget it. You were his, and he was yours. That's the way you liked it.
Len would ask you, at random times when the two of you were alone, if you ever wanted to run away. You replied with a yes, as long as he would come with you. "I always will," he'd reply. You spent your days and nights with him. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. The days without him, whenever you were away for the week, or when he and his parents and sister went away for a couple of days, were sad. It could be sunny, but it would always feel like the dreary rain: overcast, grey, cold.
Len was your love. Your life. Your happiness. He was everything that made your life worth living. He was the sun and the moon and the stars. He was everything to you and he would always make you feel like you were special, important, unique, beautiful. In his texts, he would tell you how you were so so beautiful. How you were so incredibly special to him. How you were the most important person in the world, and he would never let you forget it. You loved Len Kagamine. He loved you. You would walk the earth, change the universe, bend space and time, do anything to be with him.
As young as we are now