I am yours. {#Wattys2016}

50.

1 month later...

"Is that the last of the boxes?" I asked Scott as I stood by the open truck. Today was the day we were moving out of the apartment and into our new home. It was still crazy to think about. A house. A home. A place to call my own. Well, to call our own. I was moving into a house with my lover and my best friend.

The movers had already taken our furniture to the new house, so all we had to do is take our valuables.

"Yeah, I think so" He confirmed.

"Could you check again, just in case?" I asked. I didn't want to leave anything behind. I was going to give the key to my landlord as soon as everything was done.

He turned around and went back into the apartment. It was such a weird feeling. I wasn't moving out alone. I wasn't alone. I was with Scott.

He came back out with nothing. "That's all" He informed me.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something" I walked back into the now empty apartment. I searched through each room. Nothing was there. Then I went into the room that was originally my bedroom. I searched in the closet and I found what I was looking for. I picked it up and took it back out.

"What is that?" Scott asked curiously.

"It's my memory box." I answered. It had old diaries of mine and old photos. Photos of me. Photos of my parents. Photos of me and Scott from when we were younger.

"Should I put it with the other boxes or do you want to hold it?" He asked.

"I'll hold it. I want to look through it" I put the box in my seat. Scott closed the back of the truck.

He walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. We locked eyes and he kissed me on my lips. "This is it, babe" He smiled. I hugged him tighter and let go.

"I'll go give the landlord the key" I informed him. I walked down to his office and I handed him the key.

Soon after, I entered the truck and we began driving. To our new home.

The first chapter of our new life.

Together.