The day B told me he loves me. Laying on a blanket in the middle of the woods, surrounded by what seemed to be a thousand bugs and endless water, I told him I love him too. Hearing him say those words, I thought I might cry. Kissing him after was like an unspoken promise with the universe. One that read that I would happily trade breathing for sharing my breaths with him instead. It all feels like a dream. A surreal, incomprehensible and out of reach dream. I'm scared every night when I go to sleep that I've imagined it all and that the next day I'll wake up, back in pre-training week, pining after the mysterious British guy from across the room while imagining what it would be like for someone like him to want someone like me. But then I realize. Here I am. Someone like him does want someone like me. I am in love with the literal man of my dreams. How lucky am I.
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The Second Chapter
RomanceMy love, Six months ago, sitting in your bed in England, wrapped up in your arms so much so that I couldn't tell where I ended and you began, you gave me "The First Chapter"- a book you had personally authored, had bound into hard cover and legally...
