we're fine now, or that's what i'm telling myself. i watch you cheer at a football game. your brown hair tied in a neat ponytail and your smile bright. when you're thrown into the air, i hold my breath and wait for you to be safely in the arms of your cheermates to let that breath out.
after the game, i drive you home. i praise you on your cheerleading. you blush and giggle and smile, holding my hand gently as i drive. you squeeze my hand every so often and i squeeze back.
when we reach your house, you ask me to turn off the car and talk with you. so i do so, and you turn to me. your eyes are brighter than ever but underneath it all, i can see your nervous.
"we've been dating for a little over three months now," you start, and i nod, "and you mean the absolute world to me. so, i thought, hey, why not give her my class ring? she'll love that!"
i gasp. "no way! seriously! oh my god!" i squeal. you giggle again, and nod before reaching to your hand and slipping it off.
it's a simple design — silver with your birthstone and name engraved on it. i twirl it in my fingers and slide it on; a perfect fit. in return, i take mine off and hand it over to you sheepishly.
your blush deepens as i grab you by the back of your neck gently and kiss you passionately. i can feel you swoon under my touch, and i smile against your lips.
when we pull apart, you rest your forehead against mine and sigh happily.
"i love you so much," you whispers.
"i love you so much more," i whisper back and pull you into a hug.
