Like before, he is with me through tough times. Unlike before, we have a mutual understanding of what we are to each other.
Most nights I stay up and talk to him. Most nights I can’t get enough of talking to him.
Two weeks ago, around 3 PM:
Me (via text): I’m having a bad day at work.
Me (upon seeing him): Hey, how was your day?
Him: Why did you have a bad day at work? What happened?
It was the first time in a long time that someone actually cared to ask me how my day went. It was the first time in a long time that someone actually remembered I had a bad day and didn’t talk about his day first. I was so used to listening to other people that it surprised me that someone would want to hear what I had to say.
When we were talking about the girls he could have met up with last year…
Me: So if you’re so lazy to meet up with girls, why did you always visit me in Taft?
Him: Because… you’re good. You have a good profile, and you’re (a) good (person).
Some days I’d imagine where could our conversations lead…
Me: So you’ve really never fallen in love?
Me: Why not?
Him: Because… (pause) How do you know you’re in love?
Me: It’s when you always want to hold his hand even if you’re just lying down on the bed talking or going about your business. It’s when you talk and you look at him and you knew your eyes are twinkling. It’s when you gaze at him and think how much you want to kiss him but you don’t. It’s when you catch yourself stealing glimpses of him while he works on his laptop. It’s when in the mornings you wrap your arms around him, and you never want to get up even though you’re late for work. It’s when you look at him while he’s sleeping and wish that what you have right now won’t end. It’s when you wake up and look at him sleeping beside you and think how every single day of your life would be complete if you wake up every morning with him beside you.
Him: Is that how you feel about me?