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twenty six

Every night is a dream with Harry and last night was no different. He took me to the fanciest restaurant I have ever been to, bought an expensive wine, and talked with me over the most fancy meal of my life. I had never seen someone in real life do these kind of grand gestures for someone. The whole time he just looked at me in awe, held eye contact with me like I was the only girl in the world, like I was the only person who ever mattered to him.

He asked me question upon question about the way I wanted to be, the world I wanted to create for myself, and the life I dreamed to have. He cared about the person I wanted to become and I cared about him the same. Every question he asked sparked a conversation that seemed to spark endless conversation. There was never a dull moment in the conversations him and I held.

And we agreed on almost everything. We wanted the same lives and we wanted the same future. We wanted to be better parents than ours were. We wanted to create a family that felt love in every moment in their lives. We wanted to be in a relationship that had the best of being together all the time but still living separate lives so that we never felt trapped but never felt alone. The way we agreed on so much gave me hope. I felt like I really had something here with him, like my whole life was leading up to the relationship I was going to have with him. A soulmate.

When we went back to the bedroom, we made love. I always felt like old people said, "made love", because why not just say, "we had sex" but now I understood. I had never had sex like the sex I had with Harry. It was love. He loved every inch of me and I showed the same love back to him. It was complete togetherness, it was making love. As I woke up next to him this morning, his arm wrapped around my waist, I still felt that love and connection. The way I felt for him now, wasn't going to go away any time soon.

Before Harry woke up, I began to write everything down that happened with us. I wanted to remember everything that happened last night. Every little conversation and moment that made me smile. I typed everything into the note section of my phone for whenever I wanted to feel that love of love again. Whenever I wanted to tell the story of us, this little piece of it would be in my notes forever.

"What are you writing about, love?", Harry said, his voice groggy.

"You", I quickly said, putting the finishing touches on this note so that I could give him my undivided attention.

"Good I hope."

"Always", I brought my body close to his after setting my phone on the bed side table next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer than I thought was possible, my bare chest pushed against his. He kissed my forehead, both of my cheeks, and my nose before falling onto my lips, making me laugh.

"Mine", he whispered and kissed me again.

"Always."

"Does this mean you'll move in with me", Harry asked, "Because after last night, I was thinking about it and I can't be without this feeling."

"Yes."

Was I jumping into this? Yes. Did I care? No.

I should care more, in reality Harry and I had barely just met and I had just got out of a relationship but all of that was the last thing on my mind. I knew people who had happily been married after being together for months and I knew unhappy people who took time to build their relationship before getting married. Was I going to jump into marrying Harry at this moment, No, but it was the perfect comparison to our situation.

We had gotten to know each other quickly and fell for each other quickly. We were moving at our own pace and that was completely fine. We were happy with each other. Despite the things anyone could say about him, I trusted that he was the person he said that he was. I had nothing to worry about and was willing to take this risk with him.

"I've never moved this fast before", I admitted, "It's kinda scary."

"If you are scared we don't have to."

"It's not that I'm scared of you or worried about anything like that. I've never fallen like this where I have been so confident in the other person that I would do something like this. Love is a wild thing", I explained to Harry as he leaned across the bed and picked up the room service menu.

"Love", he said with a smile as he made it so the menu could be viewed by the both of us. We both looked at the menu and he wrapped his arm around me.

There was a scary thing about feeling this love, about moving this fast. I had barely met his family and he had never met mine. The time we had known each other was short and there was still a level of mystery between the two of us. Moving in with a person could change a lot of things and I was aware of that.

Harry was worth it though. This thing that we had going with each other and the way he made me feel was worth risking anything in my life. I wanted to put all the effort I could possible into this relationship and I had.

We had finished looking at the menu and had decided what we wanted to have for breakfast. I had barely been reading the menu though because I had came up with a few questions for Harry.

"What are we?", I asked before he picked up the phone.

"What are we?", he asked, "I would like you to be my girlfriend, wanted to plan the perfect way to ask you, didn't think you would ask."

"Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

"I love you. I love you a lot and I know so many people feel like they need to wait to tell the person they are with romantically that they love them but I don't. I love you. I love the person you are now, the person you used to be, and the person you want to be. I love you and I want you to know that in every move you make and every moment of your life."

"I love you. Always."