I have now had a boyfriend for three days. That sounds like the remark of a pathetic, eager, never-been-loved-before girl, but I'm trying to absorb it. It's harder to believe than when I first started going out with Teddy. I mean, then, I knew it was a possibility that he would become my boyfriend. It wasn't entirely implausible. But this time, I was positive it wouldn't happen. Sure, towards the end of the last couple of weeks he hugged me more, kissed me more, said he loved me - but he also said when he got back from break that there was almost no chance. At that point, I kind of gave up. Yeah, we hung out still, but neither of us could let go. I figured it was only a matter of time before one of us pushed the other away, and I hoped it would be me.
Then, on Sunday morning, I sneaked into the bathroom while he was showering. (Sounds weird for two people who have broken up, but nothing physical really changed between us. Old habits are hard to break.) When he got dressed, he said I was beautiful. I said he was nuts. "Yeah, nuts for letting you get away. ;)" I think I kind of just stared at him, shocked - and then he said more quietly,"I don't think we're done yet", echoing the words I spoke several days before while walking downtown. Then, he whispered his old nickname for me in my ear and walked out of the bathroom. This nickname - I won't tell you what it is, but it is only something you would ever call a girl you wanted to marry, or had at least considered marrying. And he hasn't called me by it in months.
He seems pretty happy to be with me now. I am too. A little shell-shocked, but that's going away and I love being his girlfriend. :)
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