30 days with Genevieve

Epilogue

30 Days With Genevieve

Epilogue: "The Song"

Genni and I have been happily dating for two years now, and our lives could not be more perfect. We have everything we could ask for, and we have been having good grades. Since Genevieve's arrival to my life, I have been a straight A student. She managed to change me, and I am as grateful as I can be. I give her my unconditional love in exchange for her presence in my life.

I love her. I am totally sure of that. My heart still beats faster every time I see her, and I still get nervous around her, not because I don't know her, but because I am scared of saying something stupid that can mess our whole relationship up. I am afraid of losing her, and I do not know what I would do if my fears were to become true someday.

"That won't happen," Genevieve assures me every time that I tell her how scared I am. "I will always love you." But hearing those words does not make my fear go away. It actually makes it stronger, for I fear that those words could one day be heard by someone who is not me.

I constantly fear that she will fall in love with someone else, and that gives me goosebumps. I cannot imagine my life without her, and I try to let her know that I love her as frequently as possible, but it's still difficult for me to express how I feel openly.

"Are you ready?" Emma asks.

I nod. "I am."

"All right," she mutters, "Go ahead."

"What if she does not like it?"

Emma smiles and shakes her head. "Stop acting like a little girl. Just go and give it to her. Make Genni have the best birthday ever!" she exclaims.

I sigh and walk to Genevieve's doorway, crossing the thin line that separates her house from her front yard. I knock on her door, and I am surprised when her father opens the door with a huge smile on his face.

"I knew you would be here early," he says. "She is still asleep, so you better make sure not to wake her up if you truly wish to surprise her."

"Thank you, Sir," I say.

Malcolm scans the chocolate cake on my hands, and I just smile. I made it with my mom and Emma, and we placed some M & Ms, Genevieve's favorite chocolates, at the top of it, making sure it looked delicious and cute at the same time.

"She is definitely going to love it," he says, smiling.

"I really hope so."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come in!" he exclaims. "You too, Emma!"

Emma and I enter the house and hurry upstairs, making sure to be as quiet as possible. We really want to surprise her this year.

Last year, we were planning her a surprise party, but she found out because I am not precisely discreet, and she told me that I was, and I quote, "one of the most predictable people ever."

Genni, on the other hand, was able to suprise me on my birthday. She fooled me by telling me that she had totally forgotten about it, and then she said that she would take me to the mall to get me a present to compensate me. She bought me a beautiful, silver picture frame, and then we went to her house.

Turns out, she had invited all of our friends to a surprise party she had planned, and she took me to the mall to give the people time to get to her house and accomodate everything. I could not help smirking like an idiot when I found out that she did all of that for me, and I kissed her as soon as the people jumped and yelled, "surprise!"

When I told her that I really thought she had forgotten about my birthday, she simply smiled and told me that she knew I would believe it. She actually has not stopped teasing me about it, telling me that I am, and I quote, "one of the most gullible human beings alive."