"It's funny, most people can be around someone and then gradually begin to love them and never know exactly when it happened."
-Unknown

The irony of this statement is I can tell you exactly when I fell in love with Will. Most people who are around someone can't tell you this because they are around that person so much, but with my OCD, I am keen to details. The night we spent cleaning up the classroom together the previous year and he wiped chalk on my nose was the night I fell totally in love with him. He was one of those guys that you just couldn't help but fall for, but even more than that...he understood me. Will got that I wasn't normal. And that I needed someone who could understand my problems, have patience with me, and take things slowly. We jumped too quickly the first time we tried a relationship, but the second time around was much better than the first.

The week of our wedding finally came and we were in a frenzy to get things finalized. Kurt was spending hours of his own time over at my place, helping me with the final preparations. For someone as young as he was, he definitely had talent when it came to planning events like weddings. Everything from my dress to the china we were going to use at the reception was all beautiful and perfect, just like I dreamed it would be. Since I was a little girl, I had thought about this dream wedding and how it would be...and now it was really coming to life. I never wanted the gigantic, extravagant wedding that most girls dreamed about as children. Instead, I wanted something small and intimate...just our closest friends and family. Everyone in our families seemed to be excited about our wedding. Will's parents were glad that he was finally marrying someone that truly made him happy and could appreciate their son for the wonderful man he was. My parents were happy that their daughter was finally getting married...the right way, or so they said.

Will was spending time away from me, writing his vows, while I dealt with the tiny details that no one else would really notice aside from me. As the days began to draw nearer, I started to fall apart. I began to have flashbacks of being left at the altar by Ken and the Vegas wedding with Carl, both situations that I looked back on with regret. I loved Will with all of my heart and wanted nothing more than to make him happy, but my nerves were getting the best of me. What if he left me at the altar? Or worse...what if when he married me, he regretted it? Those two questions loomed over me, making my joy turn into a living hell. I obsessed over whether or not Will and I were making the right decision in getting married. While he knew about my OCD and mysophobia, did he really know what he was getting himself into? Granted, I was getting better, he would still have to deal with my little tendencies to freak out over messes. I didn't know if he would really want to deal with that for the rest of his life. I didn't even want to deal with it and I was the person who was living with it.

My fear and worry boiled over until it reached the melting point. I called Will a few nights before the wedding and told him I was canceling the whole thing. He was shocked and confused, saying that he was coming over to my place right away. When he showed up, I was in tears and pretty much falling apart at this point. He came righti n and took me in his arms, consoling me while I cried until I couldn't breathe. After that was over, he sat me down on the couch and let me explain my fears to him. Patiently, he listened while I poured my heart out to him and proceeded to calm me, saying that he wouldn't leave me at the altar or regret his decision to marry me ever. I told how worried I was about my problems becoming a daily hassle for him and he told me that nothing would ever stop him from loving me. By the end of our conversation, I could breathe easier and wasn't backing out of our wedding, which was relief to both himself and me. The last thing I really wanted was to lose the one man I had ever loved this way to something as stupid as my own crippling fears. His ability to make me see reason again and keep me calm in the worst of situations. Will was the only man able to do that with me.

Once I was calm and able to focus again, I rested my head against his chest and melted into his embrace. Before I met Will, I would have never allowed anyone to hold me that close without wanting to cringe and push them away. But with him, I craved that closeness. It was as though germs didn't exist when we were together and I was able to forget them for a while. Will was the only person I had ever felt this strongly for and would ever feel this way about. I knew that even then. And that night, two days before our wedding, we made love for the first time. My first time. It's something we kept private and between us because my parents still knew I was a virgin, but Will and I consider it special and intimate. He took his time and made sure I was okay every step of the way. And even though I was nervous and it did hurt, I wouldn't have changed a thing about how it happened. Afterward, I resisted the urge to immediately shower myself and Will picked up on this and suggested we shower together. Let me just say...showering with someone else, fantastic. I will never shower alone again if I can help it.


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