"Where have you been? You scared me." I could tell that he had been very worried, and I felt bad for causing that.
"I didn't want to be here when all this was going on. I'm sorry for worrying you like that, but it really scared me." I had to fight back the tears now.
"No, don't cry. I sent them away. I couldn't let them do that to you. It was too cruel. I figured that that's why you left, but the oompas kept making up there foolish stories and they actually got me to think about some of them. I didn't want anything to happen to you. Please don't cry."
"I was just so upset and scared; I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how you would react to them."
"I know. I was scared too, but for you. I didn't want you to be upset."
I went to hug him, but he put his hand in front of me and stopped me. I thought he was going to walk away, but he put his hand underneath my chin and lifted it slightly, so I was looking directly at him. "Don't be afraid. I will never hurt you. I love you too much to let anything like that get to me." I knew he was going to do it, he just took really long. After he kissed me, he held me and I let my emotions out. He believed in letting your emotions out instead of letting them torture you.
"It's ok. I know you're scared."
"I just want us to be happy. I'm really nervous about this, and I just need some way to relieve my fear."
"You can talk to me anytime, you know that."
"Yes, but I thought that if I told you I was scared, you'd get mad."
"I wouldn't do that to you."
"Thank you."
"Ok, why don't we go to bed? I'm not allowed to see you at all tomorrow I guess, or at least until we are to be wed. I can't tell you good morning like I always do." He looked kind of sad the farther he went.
"Oh, don't worry. Maybe… we should be in the same room to say good morning."
His eyes got wide at the words 'same room'. "Whoa. You don't mean that do you?"
"Well, if you are going to get worked up over it, then maybe we should just stay together until morning. Would that be better for you?" I wasn't being sarcastic; I really meant what I was saying.
"Only if you are comfortable with it."
"I'm asking you. I want your answer."
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt, right?"
"As long as you don't like… touch me in my sleep."
"Why not?"
"Because usually I dream about it."
"Now would that be so bad?"
"I guess not." I smiled and blushed slightly.
"Good."
So we both went to my room for the night.
