I remember walking by your side the first time I ever went to your house. We’d been dating for a total of about 6 days. (But I’d “liked” you for a while before that.) It was a few days after Christmas and it was your grandma’s birthday, an event that your whole family (extended included) gathers for every year. I’m sure you can imagine how intimidated I was that the first time I met your family, it was your whole family. Anyway. As we walked, you asked me if you should introduce me as your girlfriend or as a friend. I remember being slightly disappointed when you went along with friend.
I was sitting on your couch, next to your cousins, and you were sitting in front of the piano, playing a tune that I honestly can’t remember now. I was sitting silently, just looking at you, watching your hands, and I remember thinking something along the lines of, “I wonder if his family can see how much I adore him.”
A while later, we were sitting on the same couch, your family gathered around. I think some of the kids were opening gifts. You and I were joking around, making fun of each other, just having a good time. I think you said something, and I turned away, pretending to be upset with you. You laughed and hugged me and quietly said, “Don’t worry. I love you anyway.” I thought I must’ve heard wrong, so I just laughed along with you.
Later that night, long after you’d dropped me off at my place and I was already in bed, you texted me and asked if I could go out for lunch the next day because you had to tell me something. So that night, I drifted off to sleep a giddy little girl, anxious to know what you had to say. But more so anxious just to see you again.
