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You're not the type, type of girl to remain
With the guy, with the guy too shy, too afraid
To say he'll give his heart to you forever.
I'm not the boy that will fall to his knees
With his hands clasped tight, begging, begging you please
To stay with him for worse or for better.
Sometimes Gilbert had to wonder how the two of you ever got together. A lot of other people wondered too, but he usually ignored them. But there were times he really thought about how the two of you attracted each other. He was loud, arrogant, and obnoxious while you were sweet, quiet, and almost everything he wasn't. You were the kind of girl who liked to hear that she was loved or cared for and he was the kind of guy who didn't go around shouting his feelings for the world to hear. You two were almost opposites, yet you'd been dating for just over six months.
As much as he hated to admit it, Gilbert sometimes worried that his lack of caring would drive you away. That you'd get fed up with his arrogance and refusal to tell you he loved you and just leave him. And that wasn't something he wanted at all.
But I'm staring at you now,
There's no one else around.
I'm thinking you're the girl for me.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
And we can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
Gilbert sighed and lightly brushed a strand of hair from your face as you slept. He hated thinking like this, but he couldn't help it. He really did love you, but he had no idea how to tell you. It wasn't like it would be weird or anything. He was dating you after all. But it's not something he'd ever told a girl before and it scared him to think that he was willing to give that much of himself to you.
You stirred in your sleep and he pulled you closer, just gazing at your face.
"Ich liebe dich," he whispered, only having the courage to tell you when you couldn't hear.
In the past I would try, try hard to commit to a girl,
Wouldn't get too far.
It always somehow seemed to fall apart.
But with you, you, you I can see what I need,
I can dream realistically.
I knew that this was different from the start.
As Gilbert held you, he thought back to past relationships he'd had. They'd always been short-lived no matter what he did and because of that he'd had a lot of girlfriends. People always assumed he was a playboy because of it, but he'd just never felt right with all of those other girls. And if you can't be happy with someone, why stay with them?
Part of him had been terrified that you would feel the same as everyone else and refuse to date him, but you'd surprised him and said yes. You'd told him that it didn't matter what his past relationships had been like. This was a new start and besides, people liked turning little things into huge ordeals. You didn't like to gossip much anyway.
He'd almost lost his awesome self-confidence when he'd heard you basically say you believed him and trusted in him. Right then, he knew being with you was going to be completely different.
And it seems that every time we're eye to eye,
I can find another piece of you that I don't wanna lose.
And I'm staring at you now,
There's no one else around.
I'm thinking you're the girl I need.
You murmured his name in your sleep and he had to smile. The more he looked at you, the more he found he never wanted to let you go. Every little thing about you was something he didn't want to lose. From the way you smiled, to the way you cried. The way your nose scrunched up when you were frustrated with him. How when you saw him, it seemed like your whole day got brighter. How that was exactly the way he felt when he saw you as well. Everything about you was something he loved.
He hid his face in your hair as he realized that he really needed you. There was no one else that could make him feel like this, and he didn't want to risk never feeling it again. If you left, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
Gilbert laughed at himself and how unawesome he sounded. Hard to believe that the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt would ever admit to needing someone other than himself. But at the same time, he didn't mind. Because he was happy with you.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
And we can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
And we can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
He decided that as soon as you woke up, he was going to tell you how he felt. You needed to know and he needed to tell you. It was something that couldn't be locked away any longer and he knew it. You'd never said so, but he knew you worried about how he felt. That he didn't love you. And he realized that the way you felt was his fault. How could it not be? He had rarely said anything about his feelings since he'd first asked you out.
You shifted and Gilbert nearly had a heart attack. But when your eyes didn't open, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and slumped back against the couch. He ran a hand down his face, thinking that he should just wake you up to save himself the anxiety attacks. This sort of thing was not awesome for his health.
And it's never easy, Darling, believe me.
I'm as skeptical as you.
When I think of life without "us,"
It seems like "What we supposed to do?"
But I don't wanna come on too strong.
You shifted again and this time, your eyes did open. Gilbert sucked in a breath but quickly plastered a grin on his face when you looked up at him, rubbing your eyes.
"Did I fall asleep on you, Gil?" you mumbled, sitting up. "I'm sorry."
"D-don't worry about it, liebling," he said, already feeling nervous. You glanced over at him and he knew you knew something was up.
"How long was I out?" you asked, letting out a yawn as you stretched. He shrugged carelessly and tried acting normal.
"No clue. I vasn't paying attention to ze clock." You hummed and leaned against his shoulder, content to just sit with him. Gilbert unconsciously wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head.
He must be pretty good at acting, because there was no tenseness in his body that would give away the panic attack he was having inside. What if you actually weren't ready to hear him say he loved you? What if this was too soon after all? What if you didn't love him back?
He knew that he was being stupid, but he was about to say "I love you" to a girl for the first time. He was allowed some leeway when it came to his emotions.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
We can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
We can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
"Hey, (Name)…I need to tell you something," Gilbert started. He felt you cringe lightly and could have smacked himself in the face. There were better ways to start this.
He coughed into his hand and pulled away to look at you.
"It's nothing bad," he assured you when he saw the wary look on your face. You nodded and stayed quiet, a sign for him to continue.
Gilbert took a deep breath, trying not to puke, and looked you straight in the eye.
"I love you."
"W-what?"
"I. Love. You. Ich liebe dich. I love you. Te amo. Vant another language? I'll go look it up and say it in vhatever one you vant." He watched as you gaped at him and worried that he'd been right. That this was too soon and you were going to say that you didn't feel the same. But then you started crying and he freaked out.
"Gott, liebling, don't cry!" he cried, pulling you into a hug. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you vould be upset by zis! Don't cry! I—" He stopped trying to make you feel better when he heard you laugh. Puzzled, he looked down at you to see you smiling brightly at him.
"I'm not upset, Gil," you said, wiping tears off of your face. "I'm happy because I've wanted to hear you say that for so long. I love you too." Gilbert grinned and pulled you back to him, burying his face in your neck.
"Ich liebe dich," he whispered, liking how it felt to be able to tell you. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He didn't even care that he was being sappy; he was just glad that he could say those words to you and hear them in return.
"I love you too, Gil. So much." Gilbert grinned wickedly and nipped your skin.
"You should show me exactly how much."
"Way to ruin the moment."
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
We can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
With the guy, with the guy too shy, too afraid
To say he'll give his heart to you forever.
I'm not the boy that will fall to his knees
With his hands clasped tight, begging, begging you please
To stay with him for worse or for better.
Sometimes Gilbert had to wonder how the two of you ever got together. A lot of other people wondered too, but he usually ignored them. But there were times he really thought about how the two of you attracted each other. He was loud, arrogant, and obnoxious while you were sweet, quiet, and almost everything he wasn't. You were the kind of girl who liked to hear that she was loved or cared for and he was the kind of guy who didn't go around shouting his feelings for the world to hear. You two were almost opposites, yet you'd been dating for just over six months.
As much as he hated to admit it, Gilbert sometimes worried that his lack of caring would drive you away. That you'd get fed up with his arrogance and refusal to tell you he loved you and just leave him. And that wasn't something he wanted at all.
But I'm staring at you now,
There's no one else around.
I'm thinking you're the girl for me.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
And we can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
Gilbert sighed and lightly brushed a strand of hair from your face as you slept. He hated thinking like this, but he couldn't help it. He really did love you, but he had no idea how to tell you. It wasn't like it would be weird or anything. He was dating you after all. But it's not something he'd ever told a girl before and it scared him to think that he was willing to give that much of himself to you.
You stirred in your sleep and he pulled you closer, just gazing at your face.
"Ich liebe dich," he whispered, only having the courage to tell you when you couldn't hear.
In the past I would try, try hard to commit to a girl,
Wouldn't get too far.
It always somehow seemed to fall apart.
But with you, you, you I can see what I need,
I can dream realistically.
I knew that this was different from the start.
As Gilbert held you, he thought back to past relationships he'd had. They'd always been short-lived no matter what he did and because of that he'd had a lot of girlfriends. People always assumed he was a playboy because of it, but he'd just never felt right with all of those other girls. And if you can't be happy with someone, why stay with them?
Part of him had been terrified that you would feel the same as everyone else and refuse to date him, but you'd surprised him and said yes. You'd told him that it didn't matter what his past relationships had been like. This was a new start and besides, people liked turning little things into huge ordeals. You didn't like to gossip much anyway.
He'd almost lost his awesome self-confidence when he'd heard you basically say you believed him and trusted in him. Right then, he knew being with you was going to be completely different.
And it seems that every time we're eye to eye,
I can find another piece of you that I don't wanna lose.
And I'm staring at you now,
There's no one else around.
I'm thinking you're the girl I need.
You murmured his name in your sleep and he had to smile. The more he looked at you, the more he found he never wanted to let you go. Every little thing about you was something he didn't want to lose. From the way you smiled, to the way you cried. The way your nose scrunched up when you were frustrated with him. How when you saw him, it seemed like your whole day got brighter. How that was exactly the way he felt when he saw you as well. Everything about you was something he loved.
He hid his face in your hair as he realized that he really needed you. There was no one else that could make him feel like this, and he didn't want to risk never feeling it again. If you left, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
Gilbert laughed at himself and how unawesome he sounded. Hard to believe that the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt would ever admit to needing someone other than himself. But at the same time, he didn't mind. Because he was happy with you.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
And we can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
And we can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
He decided that as soon as you woke up, he was going to tell you how he felt. You needed to know and he needed to tell you. It was something that couldn't be locked away any longer and he knew it. You'd never said so, but he knew you worried about how he felt. That he didn't love you. And he realized that the way you felt was his fault. How could it not be? He had rarely said anything about his feelings since he'd first asked you out.
You shifted and Gilbert nearly had a heart attack. But when your eyes didn't open, he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and slumped back against the couch. He ran a hand down his face, thinking that he should just wake you up to save himself the anxiety attacks. This sort of thing was not awesome for his health.
And it's never easy, Darling, believe me.
I'm as skeptical as you.
When I think of life without "us,"
It seems like "What we supposed to do?"
But I don't wanna come on too strong.
You shifted again and this time, your eyes did open. Gilbert sucked in a breath but quickly plastered a grin on his face when you looked up at him, rubbing your eyes.
"Did I fall asleep on you, Gil?" you mumbled, sitting up. "I'm sorry."
"D-don't worry about it, liebling," he said, already feeling nervous. You glanced over at him and he knew you knew something was up.
"How long was I out?" you asked, letting out a yawn as you stretched. He shrugged carelessly and tried acting normal.
"No clue. I vasn't paying attention to ze clock." You hummed and leaned against his shoulder, content to just sit with him. Gilbert unconsciously wrapped an arm around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head.
He must be pretty good at acting, because there was no tenseness in his body that would give away the panic attack he was having inside. What if you actually weren't ready to hear him say he loved you? What if this was too soon after all? What if you didn't love him back?
He knew that he was being stupid, but he was about to say "I love you" to a girl for the first time. He was allowed some leeway when it came to his emotions.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
We can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
We can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
"Hey, (Name)…I need to tell you something," Gilbert started. He felt you cringe lightly and could have smacked himself in the face. There were better ways to start this.
He coughed into his hand and pulled away to look at you.
"It's nothing bad," he assured you when he saw the wary look on your face. You nodded and stayed quiet, a sign for him to continue.
Gilbert took a deep breath, trying not to puke, and looked you straight in the eye.
"I love you."
"W-what?"
"I. Love. You. Ich liebe dich. I love you. Te amo. Vant another language? I'll go look it up and say it in vhatever one you vant." He watched as you gaped at him and worried that he'd been right. That this was too soon and you were going to say that you didn't feel the same. But then you started crying and he freaked out.
"Gott, liebling, don't cry!" he cried, pulling you into a hug. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you vould be upset by zis! Don't cry! I—" He stopped trying to make you feel better when he heard you laugh. Puzzled, he looked down at you to see you smiling brightly at him.
"I'm not upset, Gil," you said, wiping tears off of your face. "I'm happy because I've wanted to hear you say that for so long. I love you too." Gilbert grinned and pulled you back to him, burying his face in your neck.
"Ich liebe dich," he whispered, liking how it felt to be able to tell you. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He didn't even care that he was being sappy; he was just glad that he could say those words to you and hear them in return.
"I love you too, Gil. So much." Gilbert grinned wickedly and nipped your skin.
"You should show me exactly how much."
"Way to ruin the moment."
I'm just saying it's fine by me, if you never leave.
We can lay like this forever, it's fine by me.
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"Way to ruin the moment."
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"Way to ruin the moment."
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"Way to ruin the moment."