The Sketch Fic

Journal Entry 1

Dear journal 1/3/18,

It was early Sunday morning, Janurary 2nd, 2018. The new year had recently passed, along with Christmas. Life was slowly going back to normal after the hectic holiday season. 

I walked into the living room to see Dan curled up on the couch, still asleep. We had been up late watching movies, and Dan had fallen asleep. I didn't have the heart to wake up Dan, he was too cute laying there... So I just put a fuzzy quilt around him and went up to my bedroom.

I looked down at Dan. He was holding the blanket around him, curled up in a ball. He looked so adorable...I wished I could tell him that. 9 years, and I still didn't have the guts to tell him I love him. Yes, we acted intimate, but I wanted more than that. 

But something clicked in me that morning, and I realized I couldn't live a lie anymore. It was time to reveal what I had been working on... I had been working on a project for over a year. I called it "The Sketch Project" For over a year, I had been sketching intimate moments, things Dan has said he likes, and overall just things related to Dan in one big collage.

Today was the day. I would set out the collage, write a note saying I loved him and go out. When I got home, he'd have his answer. I nervously carried the collage down from my room, and set a note I had re written so many times besides it. I carefully open and closed the door after setting it up, careful to not wake Dan.

I arrived home at 10:30. The had went out to coffee. I was shaking most the time, out of fear of what Dan's response would be. But I knew what had to be done. I opened the door and entered the living room, shaking wildly. There sat Dan by the coffee table, reading the letter I gave him, tears welling up in his eyes. He walked over to me slowly, and then wrapped his arms around me. 

"I love you, Phil" Dan said, as he held on to me.

"I love you too" I spoke softly, the three words I had wanted to say since the moment I met him.

I think that was the start of the rest of my life.