Three dates later, we were already "a thing". A proper relationship. Something I had been scared of all my life but now that I was in it, it was incredible. I thought about her all day, we spent most of our time together. We had uni on different faculties in town but after our lectures we met at her apartment or at a cafe. We didn't hang out at my house though, as I was still living with my parents and wasn't ready for her to meet my parents yet.
We had known each other for six weeks when I got her her first present. It was a Friday night when I gave it to her. A necklace with a stone the same dark red as her dress. The dress she wore that night. The basic, yet beautiful dress.
'This is beautiful!', she hugged me. 'But Ezra, I don't have anything for you!'
'That's fine, you don't have to give me anything. This is just something I saw at the shops earlier today and I immediately thought of you!' That was a complete lie. I didn't just saw it at the shops. Hell, I searched the whole internet for this necklace with this exact colour. I ordered it from the other side of the world, it took about 5 days to get here. But I didn't tell her that.
'You are the best', she kissed me. Her lips tasted sweet, like always. I lifted her up and placed her onto the couch and we made out. All night.
One week later she did get me my first present. It was a book, the book I pointed out when we were walking through town the other day. A book about Greek myths, which seemed really interesting to me as a history student.
I didn't quite get why she chose to get me this present, though. I didn't get her a book about the brain just because she was a psychology student, did I? I gave her a thoughtful, quite expensive necklace which symbolised the night we got together.
Maybe this was the first sign that she didn't love me as much as I loved her. But I refused to acknowledge that.