I don't really post much about my personal life on here (mostly cause I'm boring/privacy stuff) but I wanna get this out. Fair warning, it will be mushy and sappy and freaking long so feel free to scroll away.
I have a boyfriend. He is absolutely one of my favorite people in the world. We've been dating for years and have known each other since we were kids. We were really just kinda there for each other growing up. He moved away for school, didn't really hear much and then showed back up 3 years later. Quickly became close again. Hanging out, movies and video games together. All the silly stuff. And it finally hit me one night coming home from his house.
I had fallen for this guy. And promptly went "Oh hell" because I didn't know how to approach this. I didn't know what to do. And I was terrified to lose my friend.
Then Covid happened. Stay-at-home order happened. And we didn't see each other for 4 months. Texting every day, calling when we could. 4 months of my head screaming at me like it was that scene in Hercules with the Muses singing to Meg. Because I was so scared, and people were sick and I was terrified something would happen to him. So finally, I broke. Went into this zen zone of "I'll tell him. I'm going crazy and it has to stop. For my own sake."
And I did.
Only for this joker..... TO TELL ME HE HAD BEEN TRYING TO MAKE THE MOVES ON ME FOR MONTHS AND I HAD NO IDEA. Then he kissed me several times and we've been together since. ( I know, I sound like a cheesy fanfic or something. I know there's gotta be one out there. I have no excuse.)
But dang, either I'm ridiculously blind or him making the moves was some form of Morse code. Idk.
God I love him.
Ps: I'm really hoping he proposes soon.
















