Noelle
"Are you happy?" Noah mumbled.
"What?" I glanced at him, closing the book my face had previously been glued to.
"Are you happy?"
"I don't know... Yes. Yes, I'm happy. Why? Are you breaking up with me?" I started to get a little flustered.
"No. I was just," He paused and sighed heavily, "We've been together for....what? Almost two years now? We've never even kissed once, not that physical love matters to me. But, seriously, not a single kiss. We've never exchanged 'i love you's. I have no idea how you feel about me because we never discuss our emotions. I'm not the kind of guy to care so much for the mushy gushy stuff, but a good relationship has to have at least some of it to work out."
"I'm sorry. Noah, I love you. I should make it more clear, but I have a hard time talking about feelings. I love you. I love you very much. And as for the kissing thing, well," I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. It was sweet and simple, but a little strange. I had the feeling it was done sloppily, but prayed that he didn't care.
"Wow."
