Last night we hung out at McDonald's just to chat and get to know each other more. I'm completely in love with this kid and he has no idea how much I care for him. He knows I'm very fond of him, but he doesn't know the full extent of my attraction toward him.
He ordered a double cheeseburger with ketchup and mustard only, a medium sweet tea, and two large fries. He scarfed that down like nobody's business.
The way he eats is kinda cute; he stuffs food in his cheeks as he's talking, while most people think it's a lack of manners, I think it's adorable for some reason. Maybe it's because he was trying not to laugh at whatever jokes we exchanged together and the smirk he'd show with his mouth full was as cute as anything. I don't know, once you fall in love with someone it's hard not to love the dumb little things about them.
He sat and stared at me for a while, not in a creepy way, but he was tilting his head and smiling a little bit. "What?" I'd asked. "Nothin'." He said while laughing a little then looking down at his lap.
I am in love with his smile. He doesn't have the most perfectly straight teeth, but it fits him so well. He's insecure about nearly everything about himself. All of the things I love, he despises.
It makes me wonder if the feelings are mutual; like he's in love with me too but doesn't express it externally alike myself. I don't do so well with physical affection regardless of being an official couple, though. It's not that I don't care about the person, it's just how I am. I express it verbally more than anything. It's caused problems for me in past relationships because they're more touchy-feely than I am. It's not that I don't want to or can't, but in a way I just feel uncomfortable. It's not my partner's fault by any means. It's just how I've always been I guess.
That date was exactly two weeks ago today, and guess what? We've moved in together.
It may seem sudden since we've only been talking for a few months now and only been official for nearly a week, but I trust him enough, and he trusts me.
It turns out that he did feel that way about me like I had been curious about that day. He still does, and tells me everyday how beautiful I am.
Every morning when we wake up and dress or brush our teeth for work, he looks at me and touches my forehead with his and holds my hips pulling me closer to him. We slowly sway together for a few minutes as music in the background is playing as we always do regardless of genre or tempo. It's the most special feeling in the entire world.
He is the most special thing in the entire world.
