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'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."