The smell of pasta flooded the apartment, and although Ryan knew that his kitchen would be up in flames if he didn't get up soon, he didn't plan on getting up anytime soon. His mind was on other things, mainly how this was going to work out, the millionth time around. Marissa on the other hand was daydreaming of a living in a vineyard in Napa with Ryan and their gorgeous blonde-haired, blue eyed children; it was reminiscent of a Ralph Lauren ad. Ryan was fed up of thinking of the endless possibilities, and decided to finish up the food. He contemplated asking her to stand up but he decided against it. He put down the glass of wine he was nursing and tightened his grip on Marissa. Suddenly stood up and swung her up in the air and over his shoulder. Marissa squealed as he walked towards the kitchen.
"Ryan put me down!"
"Hold on!"
He set her down sitting on the kitchen counter, her cheeks were red and she was still giggling. He smiled at her and lowered the heat on the stove. He pulled out two plates and served the pasta on them. They ate in relative silence. An occasional caught glance, followed by a smile, blushing and then back to eating. When they were done eating, Ryan went to go wash the plates.
"Don't wash them, you cooked, I'll wash them, you take a shower and when you get out I can take one", Marissa reasoned.
Ryan had forgotten about the sleeping arrangements and wasn't exactly sure if Marissa sleeping over would be the best idea, nonetheless, he agreed, went to his room, picked out some clothes, and took them into the bathroom with him.
As Marissa washed the plates she hoped this time would be different, that she wouldn't mess it up. For the most part, their short ruptures were always her fault. She would accuse him of infidelity or be unfaithful herself. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she loved him, adored him to bits, but the idea of commitment scared her. And although she knew she could trust Ryan with her life and that she wanted to spend her entire life with him, it all seemed so soon. It seemed like mere weeks ago that Ryan had introduced himself as "whoever he wanted her to be", and he hadn't let her down, he was exactly who she wanted him to be. He was himself.
Meanwhile Ryan started up the shower and let the water roll down his back. He thought about Marissa, and how she managed to waltz back into his life every single time after she stamped on his heart. He thought about how hard it had been to say I love you the first time but how true it was each and every single time he said it. He wanted to be with Marissa, he wanted to marry her, and have kids with her and grow old with her. All he had to do was tell her.
It is really short, but I am really sick, and I promise I will have another one up tonight.
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