Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is
It’s funny, because what he said on the night of October 28th would probably make most people roll their eyes and turn away.
“So… do you wanna, like, go out with me… and stuff?”
But it was the way he said it— standing there under that streetlight, his face rendered in orange and black shadows, eyes drowning in stained glass and the light of the moon. His voice was barely a murmur in the clear night air.
I was vaguely aware of my knees’ existence. My voice was steady as I answered, my head clear, and no, I didn’t feel like my heart was going to explode. But that moment, it was so… us.
I’ve gone back and looked at the dates. We met in mid-September. He asked me to Homecoming on September 29th, first hung out alone on October 2nd, and went to the dance together on the 9th. Nights passed where we sat on playgrounds, looking at the stars and leaning on each other until one day passed into the next and we couldn’t feel our fingers in the crisp fall air. But those nights were so warm, just because we had each other.
People say we’re more like really good friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. But I wouldn’t want a relationship to be any other way— we’re best friends above anything else. In public, we poke fun at each other, act silly with our friends, and talk at great lengths about food, friends, cats, and questionable music. And in private, we’re much the same— we watch shitty movies together, criticize each others’ burping abilities, stand around on street corners for long periods of time, and sing said questionable music, much to the other’s dismay. It’s the way we are, and it’s fantastic.
I don’t think we’ve ever directly said how we felt about each other. I don’t think we need to, though, at least not for now, because some things don’t need to be said, they’re just felt— by my waist as his arms wrap around it, by my hands as he holds them, by my chest as I inhale his scent, and by my heart as his eyes look into mine, only inches away. I don’t know the first thing about love, and I have not idea if I’m in it. It would probably take a lot longer than three months to fall into it, and I would probably actually be sure of the meaning all these feelings if I was in it.
But I don’t care. He makes me happy, and I hope I do the same for him. And though I don’t know what the future will bring, I know that I like us, whatever we may be.