The last time

10: Her

If Danny wants to talk about the bad things that's okay with me. I'm not ready yet. I'm going to take us to March first. The night I drove to him in my black dress, knowing he was going to ask me out. I wasn't very comfortable at his apartment yet and stopped at a store nearby to use the bathroom. I'd known the boy five years and had somehow regressed to not being able to use his bathroom. People are so funny when they start to fall in love. He called me while I was driving the last few minutes to his place to ask how soon I'd get there and I parked my car out front laughing and telling him I still wasn't sure where I was or how long it would be. I could see him pacing in his living room talking to me and eventually he looked up and saw me outside and smiled and came to meet me. Danny wrapped me up in one of those hugs that felt like home and kissed me like only Danny could. His fingers slid in between mine and we walked inside and settled onto his couch after maybe twenty more minutes of hugs in his doorway, in his kitchen, and finally right in front of the couch. I sat cross legged facing him while he sat with his feet on the coffee table. Eventually he turned to me and told me he had planned on waiting but he just couldnt. He had a whole speech about how he felt but I couldn't wait either. He was maybe half a sentence in before I was flinging myself on top of him and engulfing him in the biggest hug of the night during which he tried to explain that he had so much more to say and he hadn't finished asking but I didn't care. The answer was yes, we both knew that and I needed to kiss the boy I was in love with. My boyfriend, who I was in love with. That night ended with me falling asleep with my head on his toilet and him passing out leaning against the wall behind me. We spent hours on the floor of that bathroom that night. When he finally was able to get me to his bed I shot back up and ran to the bathroom to puke again. When I finally made my way back to his room I felt like myself again and was pretty well sobered up. I sat down on his bed and started talking to him about things that don't really matter. Danny looked at me and touched my face and said "there she is" and that was that. We cuddled and eventually fell asleep and that was our first night together as a couple. It wasn't perfect but neither was the rest of our relationship. For me, it was enough. My heart was full and I was happy. Happy and lucky to be in love with a boy who loved me back. A boy who was quickly becoming my best friend. My strongest supporter. A boy I thought would be the love of my life.