~ Week 8 of relationship ~
We had our first official date today.
It went well.
Watched paper towns.
Ate food.
Held hands.
But never kissed.
It was how I've always imagined a first date to be.
Fun.
Yet when I look at him.
I feel a slight pain.
I pain I've never felt before.
A pain that comes in waves.
A pain that drowns my happiness.
A pain that will come again,
I'm sure of it.
I walked slowly to the entrance of the cinema and looked around the room for him. I was 5 minuets early anyway so I sat down, fiddled with my hair and straightened out my skirt. I hope I looked okay. I know that he's supposed to love me for who I am, but I can at least try, right?
About two minutes passed and I heard someone say my name. I looked up and grinned. There he was, wearing a pink-ish shirt and black shorts. Uh soooooooo hot as usual. But don't worry, that's not the only reason I love him. He gently took my hand and we walked over to get the tickets, followed by a whole load of junk food.
We found our seats and the movie started. You know how you get this feeling that people are watching you, or maybe just one person and then you kinda feel the urge to look back at them? Well I had that feeling through out nearly the whole movie. But with him. I looked down at my hands and saw that he was putting his hands slowly closer to mine. Me being me, wrapped my hands in his hands without even thinking about what I was doing and he giggled. I'm so clingy I swear I have a problem.
The movie finished and we stayed where we were until everyone had left the room, and then he looked at me and said, "I love you" I looked back and hugged him. Softly whispered in his ear, "I love you more."
