I don't mean to be all girly here, but this needs to be said.
It's mine and Boyfriend's 6 months today. Wew, look at that. Half a year gone with one person. Awesome.
It was six months ago yesterday that I stood out front of a little club on College Street, smoking my cigarette with him as my friends stood inside. I can't for the life of me remember any sort of conversation, but I can distinctly see the way I reacted to him kissing me.
My entire body was on fire, I was gasping to catch my breath, my lips ached for more.
Then he smacked my ass and told me to go back inside.
That night, he called me, asking where I was, said I should go sleep with him instead of in my bed, with Anna ;)
The following day, I went over to his place after class. I hadn't exactly planned on it (totally a lie), but I went anyway, and he blew my mind. Can I put that on the internet?
We went on like that for a couple weeks - he took me out for drinks a couple days later, explained some of his past to me, talked about relationships, a little about ourselves. I think I started falling for him then and didn't know it. My thought process was a little uneven, I wanted to hang onto him, hug him, make him smile. I liked his smile, a lot. I didn't see it too frequently, he had this bad-ass look going on that I was just so into, so when he did smile it lit up my entire day.
Then he asked me to be his girlfriend - we were lying in bed one morning before class the week before Christmas break. It threw me a little. We had spoken about being together, that though he had a thing for me it wouldn't work for one reason or another. I said yes, completely willing and eager -- And I haven't looked back for more than a few seconds, wondering what could have been different about this school year. I wouldn't change a thing.
Long story short, I'm happy.