It's been 3 years since I asked her to be mine. Everything been smooth since then. We don't ever get in arguments over much because we have so much in common. Plus, she hates confrontation. It reminds her of her dad and there's no reason to go back down that lane. She still lives at her best friend's house and I just got my own place three month ago. I finally moved out of my parents place, well they kind of moved up north like 3 hours away so I had to move out. I could of got my own place all this time but I just didn't feel like it yet. Plus my younger sister was living there at home too since my brother got his own place with his friend years ago. Luckily her and her friend got an apartment near the school they go to but it's on the other side of town so they stay at other places a lot like mine. Anyways, we were hanging out at my new apartment. I still had boxes around cause I'm literally so lazy. I didn't move anything out of the boxes unless I needed it at that moment. She was in the kitchen trying to make something out of the little food I had. She kept telling me how I needed to go shopping soon before I starved or gained massive weight from eating out all the time. I tried to tell her to go for me but she said it's no reason; it's not her home. She ended up making some pasta for us and seasoned some bread with garlic so she could put it in the oven. She was a great cook since she always had to cook for herself & her brother. I mean that girl could make something out of nothing. She just made the pasta sauce herself and all I had was tomatoes. She even tried to make it nice by spreading the sauce a certain way. Even to this day, this girl still amazed me.
The place was amazing. My dad helped me look for it, it was a penthouse apartment right outside the city. I didn't want to live in the city because it's way too much commotion. But anyways, the layout was great. As soon as you walked in, on your right was the kitchen, fully equipped with everything. There was an island in the middle with two stools. There was a guest bathroom next to it also. On the left was the living room with a corner couch, a table, a flatscreen TV on a stand. Behind the room, was a wall that stretched almost all the way to the bathroom. It led down a hallway. On the right was my room. My room took up a forth of the apartment and had it's own bathroom and walk in closet. I put the couch from my old room in there too. Once you made a left down the hallway, there was two extra smaller rooms on the right. I turned the first one into an office. It had a corner desk across from the wall and another sofa in case I ever needed a quick nap while doing my work. It came in handy cause my sister would turn the sofa into a bed and sleep there if she need a place to crash. The second room was bigger so I turned it into a weight room that included a treadmill, leg press machine and a bench with weights and a bar attached. I put a speaker and a TV in the corner in case I wanted to listen to music or watch something while I was working out.
She came back from the kitchen and sat the food down at the table. She immediately sat next to me and turned the TV on to her favorite show, Law & Order SVU. I was kind of shocked when she told me. After all she's been through, she liked watching it being fictionalized on television. She said despite her past, the show was still addressing serious issues. I always felt kind of weird watching it with her especially when storylines were similar to life. She usually picked up on when felt weird and this time she did so she changed it to her other favorite show, Grey's Anatomy. She would go on and on about how cute the couples are, how great McDreamy's hair looked, how everyone on this show was a slut and how she was still upset how one of her favorite characters died three seasons ago. She was actually genuinely sad when she was watching that episode. I had came over with pizza like she asked that night. She was so pissed watching the episode. Did she shed a tear though? No. That girl was tough as rocks. She put her feet up on my lap and started eating her pasta. But anyways like I said, the place was fantastic. It had everything I wanted. Well almost everything.
I found myself staring at her, something I tend to do a lot over the last three years. I was truly blessed with an angel, perfection, a goddess. She didn't need me, she was independent enough to be on her on but I needed her. I may not have had it as hard as her but she saved me. I was alone with no one and she saved me. I hate the fact that we don't live together after all this time but she likes taking things slow. Despite the fact she stays over 75% of the time but she said sometimes she just wants to be by herself. But I don't want to be by myself, I want to be with her. Looking into her eyes feels like home.
"Move in with me."