September 24, 2009
The Engagement, part two
Our relationship was moving fast. We had met the middle of September, kissed by mid-October, and now it was November.
We were at his house, watching a movie. He was cracking jokes, but my stomach was in knots. I wanted so badly to tell him "I love you" but I didn't want to say it first. Every word he spoke, I bit my tongue.
When the movie was over, I started getting ready to leave.
DadGuy stared at me.
"I know you have something to say."
"No. I'm fine," I answered. I was NOT going to screw this up by professing my undying love to a man that I'd know less than two months. Nope, not gonna happen.
"C'mon, I know you have something to say... I can tell." He was enjoying this. "What is it? Does my breath stink?" he teased.
"No. I'm good," was all I answered.
Next thing I knew, he was inches from my face, "What is it?" he breathed. He leaned forward again and whispered in my ear, "What do you want to say?"
True to my awkward form, I finally answered.
"I just.... ugh.... I wanted to tell you.... I mean...it's nothing...." my face was red, my heart was going to jump out of my chest. "It's just...I think I'm in love with you." The words came rushing out of my mouth.
I was embarrassed. I couldn't stand to look at him so I hid my face. Stupid, stupid girl, I silently seethed as tears welled in my eyes.
"Hey," he quietly spoke.
He pulled my hands down, I looked away. He cupped my face in both his hands and turned it towards him, locking his eyes chocolate eyes on mine. He smiled softly, "It's okay. I love you too, alright? I love you too."
