I Remember...
"Are you two dating?"
Such a simple question.
Yet where do I even begin to answer?
Are we dating?
I guess you could call it that.
But I don't prefer it.
I remember exactly how it had felt, asking her out on our very first date. The butterflies in my stomach felt as if they would devour me entirely.
I remember our very first kiss. Her lips had touched mine with such tenderness, such careful restraint that I couldn't help but kiss her back, fully and deeply.
I remember how my heart skips a beat every time I see her. How every time she smiles, I smile. How when she laughs it's like the angels of heaven laugh with her.
I remember meeting her family. Her father was less than approving; he'd never expected a villain in the family. But I'd assured him that for his daughter, I would be good.
I remember when I first saw her cry. How I didn't know what to do, how I'd just let her rest her head in my lap and cry, letting the tears stain my pants and my shirt. And she'd kissed me then, her cheeks still wet, I tasted her salty tears and I felt sad. She'd thanked me, and I'd kissed her, assuring her that I was there, that I would always be there.
I remember beating up that guy after he'd tried to make a move on her. I remember the fury that rose in my gut, the absolute agony of the thought of her with another guy made me see nothing but red. I'd punched that guy's lights out, I remember. He wasn't able to see straight for a week.
I remember when I snuck in through her window in the middle of the night. I snuggled close to her in her bed that night, let her rest her head on my chest, her hands in mine. We'd fallen asleep together, not speaking, just being together. I remember.
I remember the feeling when I thought I'd lost her. I cried for days. I kicked the wall. Nearly destroyed my own home in anguish. I killed without a thought. I couldn't feel. I was numb and empty without her. My soul was gone.
I remember when she came back. We embraced. I simply couldn't hold her close enough, or for long enough. I told her I missed her, she said she missed me more. I held her in my arms for as long as I could, and that still wasn't enough.
I remember when she told me she loved me. She whispered it into my ear as we cuddled warmly on my couch. I was surprised, yet I realized I felt the same. The warmth trickled through my heart and onto my face as she kissed me. I told her I loved her, too.
So, are we dating? Yeah, I guess we are.
But the way I remember it, there's a whole lot more to it than that.
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