So, I stood there waiting to see her come through the terminal and hopefully be excited to see me. And she was. She took one look at me and came running into my arms and kissed me. “I’ve missed you.” “I know it was only a few days, but I had such a good time the other night, I couldn’t stop thinking about us.” She told me. “I’ve missed you too.” I responded. “This is so sweet and such an amazing surprise.” She said, before kissing me again. I was right, my surprise pick-up worked like a charm. We then walked over to baggage claim and headed out after being fortunate enough to get her luggage quickly. On the drive back, I asked her exactly where she wanted to go, her place or mine? “Mine to get some stuff, then we can head over to your place.” She said. “Cool deal sweetness.” I said. “Sweetness?” She asked. “Yeah. I was thinking what kind of cute nickname I’d use for you and I thought of it first and liked it so much, I just decided on it.” “Why, do you not like it?” I asked hoping she would like it. “I love it.” She answered as we went to her place so she could get some clothes. She then asked if I would mind going out to eat as she was starving. I told her I’d take her wherever she wanted. On the drive over there, she looked over at me and smiled. “What?” I asked. “Nothing. I just thought about how quickly we’ve become this.” “This?”, what is this exactly I asked. “I don’t know. You want to call us officially exclusively dating?” She asked. “Yeah. I don’t want anybody else anymore I answered. “Okay, then I’m thinking about how quickly we’ve become this couple in such a short time.” She said. She was right too. We’d become a couple after a couple weeks, not even. But you know what, I couldn’t be happier with her. She is the girl I tried finding so many times before and now we had found each other.

After we ate, we headed back to my place. It wasn’t late, but she was clearly beginning to feel the flight and so I told her to sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch. “What?” She asked with a stunned face. “What?” I asked back. “Why do you want to sleep on the couch?” She asked back. “I figured we aren’t at that point to share the bed yet, are we?” I asked. “Of course, we’re not going to “sleep” together. We’re just going to sleep together.” Oh, okay, I just didn’t want to assume anything. I’m of the mindset that it’s better to think that you don’t or shouldn’t when you do or should, then the other way around.” She nodded her head in agreement and said that she gets that, but this is an obvious situation as why would she come over if we were just going to spend the night separated. I wasn’t as tired so when we called it a night, I held her in my arms and caressed her head as she fell asleep. I kissed her goodnight, turned the light off, and laid there enjoying every second of holding her in my arms. I knew it was crazy to think that I might already be in love with her, but it was hard to shake the feelings that were growing every day. So as I laid there, I thought about whether I should tell her that I did love her or hold off because I didn’t want to say it too soon, and move things even quicker, so I figured I’d sleep on it. That night I dreamt about losing her and it woke me up like a nightmare would. That was enough for me to make a decision. I looked at her asleep and made my mind up that I was going to tell her in the morning.

About the Author Mr. Boza

The summer of 2019 was when I decided to no longer go through life holding my feelings, my thoughts, and my emotions contained within. I needed a change in life and since I made that decision, life has been so much more liberating. Nowadays my writing helps me express myself in a way that allows me to feel whatever it is that I'm thinking or feeling or even yearning for, pour out and not consume me from within. My work is simple to read, simple to understand, and hopefully is the type of writing that makes someone smile when they read it. Enjoy.

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