This is DxS, though it doesn't actually name names, so you could imagine anyone in their spots. Enjoy!

Dedicated to my favorite Crazy one. Because I just have trouble saying it.

I walked into my house just before curfew one Friday night in May, my thoughts still swirling in random circles around in my head. I had just had a very interesting conversation with my boyfriend while he was walking me home from the movie we'd seen after dinner. My brain was buzzing, ears ringing, as I attempted to formulate a response to the bombshell he'd just dropped.

My grandmother met me at the top of the stairs on the way to my room. She could see the confusion in my eyes. Even without her saying a word, I knew she was silently asking about the nature of the dilemma.

Giving her a slight nod, I walked into my room and sat on my bed, knowing beforehand that she would follow me. She remained true to my predictions, taking a place sitting across from the bed.

I sighed. "He told me he loves me."

Grandma just nodded in that knowing way she has. "And now you don't know how to respond."

I flopped over backwards, arms outstretched and hair splaying out behind my head. "Pretty much. I mean, what do I say to him about that?"

Grandma sat back in her seat. "Mind if I ask you a few questions?" At my silent nod she continued. "How long have you been dating him?"

I smiled, already knowing the right answer without even needing to think about it. "One year in two weeks and four days."

"And how long did you know him before that?" she continued.

I thought back and honestly couldn't remember ever not knowing him. It seemed as though he'd always been right there by my side. When I told my grandma this, she finished with her final question.

"How would you feel if he left you for another girl?"

The first thought that popped into my head was wonderment at her use of such a cliché. Then when I thought about my answer, the first thing that came to mind was jealousy. But that wasn't the entire truth. I'd felt that even before we'd started dating, whenever he liked or dated another girl. But it wasn't a strong enough feeling to describe the way that I would really feel. "It would break my heart into a million pieces. But I also can't imagine him doing anything like that," I responded truthfully.

Grandma smiled. "Well, I think you have your answer right there."

At my confused look she moved a bit closer and leaned toward me, resting her hand on my knee. "True love is giving somebody the ability to break your heart… and trusting them not to. When you get that kind of bond, that kind of trust, that's when you know you've truly got something great."

She left my room then after a final pat on my knee, leaving me to stew in my thoughts a bit longer. But even as she left I could feel a faint smile growing on my face, and my brain was a million miles away.

Wow… that was… deep. Based (loosely – VERY loosely) on actual personal experience (and seriously, in that aspect it was only the part about not knowing how to respond. Not the grandmother or the talk or the quote/advice).

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