Before You Leave // Phan

8. Dates

Remember when we went on our first date?

I do. You had asked me out on a date and I, having a massive crush on you, said yes and became very excited.

You hadn't quite said it yet but I let myself believe that all those small gestures and cute compliments meant that your feelings for me were also strong.

The date wasn't anything big; we went on a walk and got something to drink. When you stopped, took my hand and spoke, that was when I was sure about how you felt.

"Dan, I like you. Like as in I have a crush on you."

It was like a cheesy love story. Having your crush like you back, how great was that? Living with your crush as well. I was beyond lucky.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" You had said nervously, your blue eyes filled with worry.

I had wrapped my arms around you and nodded before repeating the word "yes" and that was the beginning.

I was a bundle of joy and apparently my smile was contagious because I spent the rest of the day smiling. How could I not? I was dating the boy that made me happy, that was a literal sunshine. Of course I was going to smile. I had you by my side.

We told our friends (well, I never did let you say it because I was so proud that I liked to be the one to say you were my boyfriend) and decided to keep it a secret from everyone else.

We said we would tell the world when we were ready but we wanted to keep it a secret from everyone else. I think we just liked the idea of having a secret that the world couldn't know so we stayed quiet.

Sadly, we never did get to tell the world. And sadly, they'll never know how happy you made me, how much I cared for you, how much I adored you and holding your hand, hugging you and cuddling you.

We had such good times. Good memories and a great life together. Everything we did, we did together.

But that was before.