Last night I was killing time so I came over to your place even though you knew it would only be for an hour. Your family doesn’t think anything of it anymore. I think in their eyes I am all ready your girlfriend. We just talked and you took the time to walk me out to my car. You wanted to come but it wasn’t my plans, I was just invited so we made plans to hang out today.
I finally finished all my stuff and made it over to your place. The amazing thing is she knew. She wasn’t okay with it at first but than she told me to go. So I did. But she didn’t tell me when she went to bed, or text back when I told her I was on my way home… so I’m not sure what to think.
We took off and saw a movie. Afterwards we were deciding where to eat, and ended up picking the restaurant we’ve been to together the most. We shared an appetizer and you had a meal, I had desert, and we shared your fruit. I loved how we pretty much shared everything. You even payed. We drove to Wal mart and messed around before making it to Taco Bell. “You know you want some.” “NOOOOO” “I’m going to eat them in front of you and you’re going to want some.” “NO NO I’M NOT” I did stay strong :P “Want to do you want? No scratch that how much do you want?” It’s our usual, we wouldn’t get anything else. It’s our thing. We got back to your place, home, and watched a silly 90s show, Dinosaurs. We sat outside for a bit and watched some more of the show. You were looking up movies so I scooted over and just lay my head on your shoulder. It seemed so perfectly normal, to lay there like that. I looked up and saw our reflections in the fireplace under the TV. I remember staring there, trying to commit the image to my memory. The way my cheek rested on your shoulder, your head on your arm and my legs tucked under me. Staring and comfortable. Like we belonged. It just looked so natural, to be there with you…
You walked me out to my car, held me for a few minutes as we talked. We swayed back and forth my head on your chest, your arms locked around me. Sometimes its like you never want to let me go. I know it’ll be at least a week until I see you again, I told you it just seems like so long when you’re used to every other day. I know we’ll still talk though, and I’ll send lots of pictures.
I just have a hard time leaving you. I see your place as our place. Being with you is natural and easy. Spending the night is normal, and I would have loved to have stayed. Being with you last night and tonight, I realized the way we are now is the way I’ve always wanted us to be. Hanging out all the time, texting enough. Going to movies, and going out to dinner. Running errands and having a ‘usual.’ Cooking dinner for each other, and splitting the bills. Being able to talk about anything, hanging out even if it’s only for an hour. Sleeping over and falling asleep together, getting used to each other’s habits and quirks. Being the first person you call when you’re bored, texting me as soon as your up to come over in a half and hour. Making memories and laughing all the way. Being intimate without ever touching, being more so than physical could eve cause. It’s something special.
And now that we have this… I don’t want it to end.