Can't Help Falling in Love

Pre-Note: So I wrote the majority of this in ap world today and wanted to upload it before I realized how bad it is ok

And p.s. you should really listen to the song in the sidebar because like it's ianthony 

warning: the amount of fluff is literally cringe-worthy enjoy

Love was a powerful thing.

And the thing about powerful things; people abused them. You see it all the time, but may not have noticed. Like middle schoolers that say "I love you" after an hour of dating and think they actually mean it. They probably look back on themselves later in life and realize how stupid they were, because I'm sure their twelve-year-old self didn't really love that girl. Because love was so much stronger than that. When you truly love someone, the feeling is simply remarkable. You feel so incredibly happy every time you're around that person. You get this feeling in your chest that makes it so hard but so easy to breathe at the same time. And, most of all, you just can't stop smiling, because you're in love.

I've only felt this once. For one person. And that's all I'll ever need.

And I'll never forget the first time I felt this way.

It was our one month anniversary. And a month really isn't a long time, and some say that is far too early to be "in love." But not for me. I felt it before we even started dating, and I think he did too. We both had felt it for so long, but were too scared to say anything. And then a month prior to the night I actually felt it, really felt it for the first time, we started dating. We were slightly intoxicated but not much, just to the point where we felt really happy and just a little fuzzy, and it just slipped out.

"You know, I really like you, Ian," I said, sitting on the floor of our living room at around eleven, and after my brain processed what my mouth had just said, I stiffened up and prepared to make up some excuse, that I meant it in a "friendly way" or whatever.

But, to my surprise and delight, he smiled, and responded with "I really like you too, Anthony."

And here we were, a month later, the best month of my life.

We were laying on the couch, boxes of empty Taco Bell in front of us and Step Brothers flashing on the TV. It was late, and we were both drifting in and out of conciousness. And that's what I loved most about our relationship; we didn't need a fancy restaurant and movie theater for our anniversary. We just needed fast food and a dumb Will Ferrell movie. All we needed was each other.

My arms were wrapped around him and his head was buried deep in my chest, a blanket hanging loosely over our legs. 

I looked down at him, and that moment was when I felt it for the first time. It started out deep in my chest, and then slowly erupted into something more; a drug coursing through my veins. But this was better than any drug. This was better than anything. This was love. 

I leaned over a little to see it he was awake, and smiled when his eyes found mine, his droopy, half-covered, bloodshot eyes. And, despite all that, they were still the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen.

"Hey, Ian?" I said quietly, still smiling, because really, I couldn't get myself to stop.

"Yeah?" he asked, smiling as well, because smiles are contagious. Especially with people you love.

And then, maybe it was because I was only half-awake and couldn't think straight, or maybe I was in a sort of high state from the overwheming feeling that just came over me. But I said it. And I'm glad I didn't think beforehand, because I might have backed out, and my whole life might have ended up differently.

"I love you."

And for a moment, he was silent. We both were. All you could hear was the faint sound of Will Ferrell's voice and the beating in my chest. And I think it was during this time that the feeling came over him, too. Because he just smiled wider and wider, and his eyes awoke more and more, until his face mimicked mine.

"I love you too, Anthony."

And that was the happiest I had ever been in my life.

So, naturally, I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, and we both smiled against each other, and I pressed my hand against his cheek to deepen the kiss, to savor every point of contact between us. 

Eventually, we pulled away, and I leaned my forehead against his, breathing in his scent.

"Happy one month," I whispered, snaking my arm back around him.

"To many more."

I kissed him again, the feeling still in my chest. 

And at that point, I had no idea that feeling would remain inside me for the rest of my life.