On the drive to Stacey’s house after watching a movie, we had a talk about how I met my baby and how we came to be. When we met, I was already “talking” to someone else. I didn’t see you as someone that I’d ever be with, although I found you attractive. We just started talking on facebook and texting daily. There was this one night that I specifically remember; I was studying, you were out eating and drinking. We were both texting each other, but I guess my replies slowed down since I got caught up into studying. Next thing I know, my phone is buzzing because you’re calling. It was nothing special, just a short phone call while you smoked a cigarette outside. But to me, that meant something, enough to get my attention. Because no one ever calls to have a short talk on the phone.
The first time we hung out was after you went out to have a few drinks. It was cute when you gave me a hug, you leaned in a bit cause you were buzzing. We talked for a couple hours about nothing in particular, just things about ourselves. It’s probably my favorite memory of us. From there, we started seeing each other more often and one thing led to another. The start of us was really rough; you didn’t trust me as much as you wanted to because I was just “talking” to someone else. And there were times where we almost gave up on each other and what we had. But here we are now, together.
I didn’t think that we’d end up together when we first started talking. Since I found you attractive and knowing that you go clubbing every weekend, I thought that you were “talking” to someone or only found interest in girls your age. We’ve been together for four months but we’re not in love yet; both of us know that telling someone “I love you” isn’t something easy to say, we’ve been through tough relationships. We’re slowly but surely opening up to each other and the feelings we have for each other are growing.
How one thing led to another was quite unexpected; I think this is how it’s supposed to be when love finds you.