Enough

Love

I seriously cannot believe it. It's not even nine in the morning and already I found out Amanda has a thing for Alesha - though who can blame her, she's gorgeous after all - and Ant and Dec have been in a relationship since they were teens. And apparently Ant bottoms...

The girls felt the need to include that in their phone call to us.

I could have lived without that knowledge.

Before receiving the call, I was sitting on my couch with David, me asking him everything about Amanda crushing on a woman (and avoiding talking about my behavior last night).

"Wow! I'm kinda afraid of the girls now," David admitted.

"Why's that, David?" Although, I had a good idea why.

"Why? Remember all the details they managed to get out of the guys! Those poor boys will never be the same," He sighed dramatically, placing his hand over his eyes. But I knew he felt genuinely sorry for the boys, as did I. I'll have to tell the girls to apologize to them for intruding on their privacy.

"Maybe I can go over there and comfort them,"

I growled. I couldn't stop myself.

"Simon?"

"I don't think now is the appropriate time for such jokes, David," I mumbled, looking anywhere but at him.

When I did finally face him, he had that same mysterious look on his face as he did the night before. But this time, I was able to figure it out what it was made of: confusion, concern, curiosity, a lot of nervousness, and hope!

"Simon... you'll always be honesty with me right?" he asked me timidly, keeping eye contact with me so I understood how serious he was about this discussion.

I try to think of a way to steer out of this conversation, a natural self-defensive tendency I developed when people tried to push for answers I couldn't give.

Wasn't prepared to give.

I opened my mouth, about to reply when once again I heard deep within me that one word being spoken.

Enough.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and sighed again.

Coward.

Enough.

"David... I'm sorry,"

"Simon, why are you sorry?" David moves closer to me. I don't care to stop him.

"I'm sorry because I'm not good enough,"

"Good enough? For what? Why would you think that?" By now, he's directly in front of me, moving the pads of his thumbs across my now soaked cheekbones. I barely register I'm crying, too focused on this moment.

It's now or never.

A whisper. "I honestly think you're perfect,"

My lips crash against his. Stunned, he remains frozen, but I continue to kiss him.

It's now or never. Tomorrow may never come for me, so I need to focus on the now.

Not the past.

Not the future.

Now.

Enough.

"I love you, David," I mumbled into the kiss.

David breaks the kiss, rests his forehead against mine, stares into my eyes and whispers with pure serenity, confidence, and love, "I love you, too, Simon".

David kisses me, and I happily kiss back.

End