"I can't believe I actually won it for once" Phil smiled triumphantly beside me, referring to Dan vs Phil - the miniature battle that took place between the two of us each Sunday.

I shook my head, smiling to myself. Usually I hated losing, I hated it with a passion but I could never hate anything associated with Phil. I glanced over at the silly grin he had plastered over his face.

After a long walk home, filled with gloating and victory dances I unlocked the front door to the house we lived in together. I'd lived with Phil for so long now, I couldn't ever imagine not leaving with him. I know someday I'm supposed to go and find a girl and get married and live happily ever after - the typical expectations. But what if Phil was my happily ever after?

"You know I let you win, right?" I laughed, hanging my coat up.

"No you didn't, Dan Howell never lets anyone win on purpose" Phil replied.'

"I wanted to see you act like this" I smiled back. "Plus you said we could do anything I wanted if I did let you win".

I remembered back to the exact quote as we both flopped down on the sofa - having a two hour radio show was a lot harder than it looked.

"So what are we going to do then?" Phil asked. "Get a Chinese? Spend countless hours watching TV series?".

"I have an idea" I smiled, knowingly.

I didn't even know if Phil felt the same way, but it was worth a try.

"What?" Phil asked, looking confused.

I watched his eyes glimmer as he titled his head sidewards slightly, in a confused manner. It was now or never Dan, you have hid away from this for too long now. I adjusted my sitting position, making myself comfortable.

"This" I said as confidently as I possibly could.

I crashed our lips together, placing my hand on the back of his head. Giving him the freedom, to react, I pulled away after a couple of seconds. Barely even able to speak, the kiss was more than I had ever imagined. I had always found myself imagining our first kiss, usually in my day dreams were on holiday in some romantic spontaneous place - never did I think it would be in our living room.

My hand remained on the back of his head, our foreheads resting against each other. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing. I could barely look at him, I was too scared of rejection, what he was about to say. Much to my surprise, he didn't have much to say. Instead, he closed the space between our faces. This time going for a deeper kiss, I granted his tongue access as this time he became the dominant one. He put his hand on my hip, bringing me closer. I couldn't get enough, I had waited years for this.

He pulled away, staring deep into my eyes. His hand made its way up to my face, brushing delicately down it with the back of his hand. He pushed a strand away from my face and smiled. A smile than quickly turned into a chuckle, as he looked down into his lap and shook his head.

"What?" I asked, wanting to be part of the joke.

"You have no idea how long i have waited for this" He smiled.

I kissed his lips again, much more gently this time. I couldn't get enough, like someone trying sugar for the first time. I was hooked, he snaked his fingers between mine. I looked down at our tangled hands as I feeling of content washed through me.

Most people spend weeks, months and maybe even years waiting on something. In most cases the wait is the most exciting part, the day dreams, the what ifs. But then in most cases, people are let down. They spend to long creating this perfect scenario in their heads, that real life can never compare. Then you get the lucky people, who get everything they dreamed off. And then there's me, that lucky one percent who got everything they wanted and more - much more.

"Maybe I should lose more often" I laughed.