Being with you was like the kind of heart pattering that you're afraid will be audible to everyone in the vicinity.
It was sweaty palms, quick pulse, fast blinking, and explosive butterflies.
It was sweet, slow, and meaningful.
It was lingering, omnipresent. On my mind when I was sorting clothes at work, when I'd be walking under the street lights at 2 am, when I was making pinwheels for my roommates, when I'd wear those red pants you loved, or the navy sweater you adored, or when anyone would mention the Classic Doctor Who.
It was the kind of love that was reciprocated.
It was the best kind of love.
It was not being able to eat for the first week because the thought of you left me feeling too twitterpated and full of feelings to leave room for food.
It was feeling comfortable snuggling up on the couch and crying about the stupid things on my mind.
It was french fries and ice cream on bad days.
It was you pretending that I was 20 for the first few weeks, because the fact that I was 18 and you loving me was scary to you.
It was knowing that you were just as baby hungry as anyone I knew, and totally being okay with you referring to my belly as "the fungeon" when speaking of our future children.
It was feeding you beef jerky when you were wearing gloves.
It was feeling comfortable screaming along to Taylor Swift, because you thought it was funny.
It was loving that I could listen to Eminem with you, and listening to you keep up with him.
It was not being afraid to talk to you for hours outside while I felt incredibly vulnerable.
It was you starting to say "Super" in front of everything, the way that I do.
It was me sticking my neck out with a goofy grin and saying "noooooo" when something goes wrong, just like you do.
It was letting me beat you at video games, with that goofy smile on your face.
It was you covering my eyes when a shark would come on tv.
It was being okay with you seeing me in sweats and a big t shirt.
It was arguing about where we would live once we got married, since we'd kind of taken it as a fact.
It was constant quotes from "The Evil Dead" and "Army of Darkness".
It was falling asleep on your couch, woken up with a kiss.
It was piggy back rides to the grocery store.
It was watching you leave my apartment huddled under my flower printed fleece blanket, because it was too cold outside.
It was you surprise visiting me at work, and having lunch with me on my lunch breaks.
It was telling you about my family, and you enjoying it.
It was you being okay with me seeing you cry.
It was your proclamation of love to everyone who could hear when I brought you ice cream.
It was everything that I could want in a relationship, everything that I thought love was.
But at the end of the day...the day we met was the best day of my life, but for you, it was just a regular Sunday.
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