Make A Wish

'One year... R.I.P Stacy ♥'

'You will never be forgotten! We love you Stacy!'

'OUR BEAUTIFUL ANGEL WE MISS YOU!! R.I.P Stacy.'

'It's been one year since I've lost our biggest fan. One year since my whole world changed. One long year filled with pain, but also with peace knowing that Stacy isn't in pain anymore. I love you Stacy.'

I read Andy's tweet. His was always the hardest too read. I knew when he said, 'one long year filled with pain...' he meant it because of me. Because I made him suffer, I made this whole year a living hell for him. Not only did I go through the pain of losing Stacy and my friend Ray, but I also went through problems with depression. Even though I am a psychologist I had a moment of break down. I couldn't take it anymore and I picked up a razor, something I hadn't done in years. But then I remembered why the hell I stopped doing this in the first place!

I had a whole life left to live, the pain I was feeling would go away. It can't last forever! Why would I do this and hurt not only myself, but the ones I love. Andy, the guys, Sammi. And there was still thousands of others days, better then that day! Thousands of days I still needed to live. I had Andy! That should be a huge reason! I was with the man I loved! The sun comes out every morning, I'm never alone. Jinxx and I got really close. He was like my brother. Jake was there, he was the type of friend you always wanted around. CC was my best friend, he knew everything about me. Ashley was that guy best friend every girl needs! Sammi was really my best friend. A best friend that only appears on movies, or those cheesy pictures on Tumbler.

Also, there is beauty in everything. Sure losing Stacy was something dark, and dreadful, but I was being selfish. I wasn't thinking that finally, Stacy was at peace. Not suffering in pain anymore. Besides, everything happens for a reason, I couldn't stop Stacy from leaving. I couldn't just make her stop having cancer. Everything passes, in time. I was an idol, a role model. So many people on Twitter, Facebook, etc. looked up to me. And gave me credit for being strong.

Like that old sang goes, 'You need a little rain, before you get a rainbow.' And that was true. Losing Stacy was a thunderstorm, but in time the sun will soon come out. It took me forever to realize all that, even though I already knew it. But even though everyone told me this, and everyone always had faith in these words.

It gets better.

Nothing in life is permanent and I realized that. Its been a year since we lost Stacy, and I will always have that hole in my heart telling me something was missing, but luckily in my case, Andy was there to patch that hole whenever it reopened. He was there, and he never left. Just like he said he would.

I looked up into his blue eyes and smiled at him.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked. I giggled and pecked his lips.

"You." I smiled. He blushed, I love to see him blush.

"What about me?"

"Oh, just how perfect you are and how happy I am to be with someone like you. I love you so much Andy." I kissed him, it was one of those kisses that I poured my love into. He gladly kissed back and we were in the moment.

As his arms slowly wrapped around my waste, and I tangled my fingers into his hair, our lips moved in sync. Some sort of rhythm that I couldn't describe, but it felt so perfect. Like this was meant to be.

I slowly began to lay on top of him, while we were sitting on the couch of his, now our, home. He laid back as I straddled him. His hands slowly going up my shirt.

Luckily for me he wasn't wearing one, so I could gladly see and feel his body. He slowly sat up and picked me up from my thighs. Never breaking the kiss while he walked to our room. He closed the door, and slammed me onto a wall. Kissing me more passionately.

He picked me up again and placed me on the bed, him on top. He slowly took my shirt off, gliding his fingers slowly up my arms. Giving me goosebumps. I kicked my shoes off, and he copied. He started unbuckling my jeans and then started his. His hands slowly moved down and softly glided my jeans off. He did the same, this whole time never breaking our kiss.

"I love you..." he whispered, biting my lower lip. He knew that was my weakness.

My breathing deepened and I slowly arched my back up. Our bodies pressed together. In one swift motion he unbuckled my bra and slide it off. Now our bodies were closer.

I flipped him over and kissed his neck, slowly kissing and licking my way down to his chest. That was his weakness. He sat up, as I straddled him again. His hands on my upper back, smoothing down my back, past my butt, to my thighs. There he pulled his boxers off, and my panties too. He flipped me over and kissed my neck.

We both let out a quite moan, and as he entered I could feel my heart pounding. This was it, I gave myself to this man. I let him know me, and take 'it' away from me. I was his.

I loved this man more than anything. Now I was showing him. He let out a quite moan and laid on top of me. After a few seconds he flipped himself and laid next to me.

I closed my eyes and let it all sink in. I was no longer a virgin. Andy took what I was saving for someone special, for someone like him. I was his, and he was mine.

I cuddled closer to him and placed my head on his chest.

"I love you Andy..." I whispered.

"I love you Crystal..." he whispered right before we both drifted into a deep sleep.