Epilogue
Eight months later
I turn the key into my lock, quickly sensing something is off.
"Quinn?" My voice echoes through the hallway. There's no answer. Around the corner I see a light burning … I was certain I didn't leave that on when I left this morning.
I quietly take off my coat, grabbing the bat Sugar once gifted me ('for your safety', she said … I didn't ask any follow up questions, too afraid of the answer). When I approach the corner, the last few months flash through my mind.
I've had a pretty nice sixteen weeks to be honest.
My friends are doing well. Sam is actually going to move here. He found a teacher job that is greatly paid. The school's focus is specifically around children with parents who are either homeless or on the verge of being broke.
Quinn was ecstatic about the news that he found (and searched in the first place) a job here… Meanwhile my manager is doing great on a professional level too. She has to decline offer after offer because she just doesn't have enough time to work for all the clients she takes on.
Besides the stereotype white blonde couple, Blaine and Kurt are hitting it off pretty well too. Sugar's bar gained more success ever since the Celtic Wolves became more and more famous.
Now that Kurt and Sugar are both dating someone from the band, they're performing a lot in this bar … Sugar is having a bizarre relationship though. She's having a strange on and off relationship with that Rory … I don't know the details, but they seem all right. For the moment they're in an open relationship and that seems to flow well for them. To each their own I guess.
So. My friends are doing well. Most of my hook ups are leaving me alone … Though I've had some problems …
Charlotte once randomly approached me on the street, and kissed me. She just kissed me! No consent, no nothing. Of course it only took half a second for me to push her away, but guess once … a photograph of her and me kissing was already on the forefront the next day in some gossip magazine …
That was the biggest one. And of course Brittany saw it passing in the store before I talked to her, so that was a tense conversation. Luckily she was very understanding. I appreciated it a lot that she trusts me, and believed me immediately, without a doubt, when I said I didn't want the kiss.
Oh! Another time we had another issue, though it was more awkward then tense … we were drinking in a new café somewhere and not one, not two, but three girls I previously slept with approached me to flirt … Brittany got really insecure about it, but we sorted it out … it was a great night…
If you could wink towards your readers, I would have just done that.
It was also the day we decided to come clean to the world about our relationship. The timing felt right. It was very well received. They even gave us a ship name! Brittana.
Brittany had to look up what a ship name meant, because she had never heard of it before… that was funny.
And if you must know, most of my ex's have moved on from me now. Even Sophia! Also, Charlotte just last week, told me and Brittany we looked great together … it was a bit awkward, but her intention was pure. I'm honestly happy for her. She can move on from me, and hopefully she'll find someone too.
Anyway, enough about those girls. My friends are doing well. Random queer girls are doing good … Even now that I'm off the market!
But to top it all off, Brittany and I …
Britt and I are having a great time. We've been on a couple of dates.
She showed me the joy of sitting at a pond analysing duck behaviour … I showed her my fitness routines (I thought of it since I had already experienced her boxing workout). Getting to know her sister over board games.
I planned a gentle boat ride a few weeks ago … it was very unfortunate the weather wasn't great that day. We had a lot of waves and we both got pretty sea sick … Yeah, we've had better dates.
Nonetheless, we discovered pretty quickly that our favourite place to be, is at home. A relaxing date, not disturbed by anything or anyone … those are the perfect dates. A couch, a tv, each other's company … those are the flawless dates.
Though I must admit, seeing Brittany in her work-out gear, sweating her ass off in the gym … it's not a bad sight. Not at all!
Anyway. I'm getting distracted. What was I talking about? Oh yes, dates! The last date we had was a wonderful evening with Quinn and Sam, sort of like a double date … It's creepy how Sam and Brittany have quite some things in common. Though I don't fully understand how, since I despise Sam and love Brittany …
Yep, you've read it correct. LOVE.
Can you believe it? I like someone! Me, Santana Lopez, is in a stage in her life where she can say words like dates and loving someone without using sarcasm. Pff, who am I? …
Either way. There have been a lot of positives. We haven't had a lot of fights, though it's been with ups and downs. For example, one evening I offered her a job as my personal technician… … I thought it was a nice gesture … I didn't think it that well through. I still remember that discussion vividly … Yep, very vividly…
Flashback – Santana's apartment – a week before she quits her job at Technicable Theatre Building
The TV is softly playing in the background, my mind more occupied with the person sitting next to me then whatever Disney movie is playing that Brittany swore to me I had to see. I mindlessly caress her arm, until I suddenly realise she's not concentrated on the movie either.
I grab the remote, putting the movie on pause. Once the music died down, I ask her what's on her mind.
She turns to me, replacing the blanket she wrapped around her legs in the process. "I think it's time for me to quit my job."
Full on surprise comes over me. This is the first time she speaks about quitting her current job. She's been struggling with her working places. I saw it more every week that passed, but I didn't realise she was thinking about doing something about it.
"How come?" I question.
She shrugs. "It's just … I'm ready for more. I'm ready for a new start. I feel strong enough to find a job on my own and get myself truly back out there in the world… in my own way."
A small, very happy sigh escapes me. "I'll support you in every way I can … If this is what you want, then I'm very happy you feel ready for such an exciting step." I gently kiss her shoulder, it was closest to reach. Not a second later I sharply jump up, an idea invading my mind. "Hey! I've got an idea. Why don't you work for me? As my … I don't know, my personal technician?" I sit on my knees, making small exciting jumps. I can already imagine the fun we could have together.
However, Britt is not sharing my excitement, instead she looks at me with nothing but questions in her eyes. "What is a personal technician?"
I nonchalantly sit down again. "I don't know. I just invented it. But I could pay you anyway. Quinn can figure out the financial parts …"
More and more alarm bells start to go off in my mind about Britt's body language. She doesn't look exciting at all. Instead she looks … angry? I sit still, slowly approaching her so I can lean on her side. "Babe?" I gently ask.
She huffs, but doesn't push me away. "Don't do that San." Seeing my question already she doesn't give me time to ask. "I am not some charity Santana. I don't need rescuing. I like what I do and I don't mind finding a solution on my own. You don't have to pay me for a job that doesn't exist. I am not some weakling you have to take care of."
My mouth falls open. "Britt!" My voice is two octaves the normal amount. "That is not at all what I meant." I panic. Shit. "I didn't mean that you wouldn't have to work. I am literally thinking about how you could help me on my performances on a technical level. I am not, in anyway suggesting to help you, because I think you're too weak." My voice breaks. "I can't believe you'd even think that of me … I want you by my side Brittany. Is that so difficult to understand?"
If fires could be put out in a millisecond, then that is what just happened to Britt's anger. She gives me a small kiss on my head in apology ."Shoot, I'm sorry San. I made the wrong conclusions, that was not fair of me…"
I don't know if I should feel hurt or angry or sad … but taking one look in those apologetic eyes are enough for me to melt. Sensing my exterior falling, she gently kisses me. "So … what exactly did you have in mind about that personal technician stuff…"
"I don't know." I push myself up on the couch, leaning over her, my voice barely audible. "Though maybe that's for later to figure out, I'll show you another-" I start to sensually kiss her neck, making a path towards her ear, using my hands to open up her blouse in the process. "-personal thing." I kiss my way towards her chest, her breathing becoming very rapid.
"Smooth, San." She gasps when my hands starts to roam around her body. " - vvery smooth."
Dating someone for a few months, lets you predict each other's action more accurately with time. For example, I'm pretty sure Brittany is going to push me on my back in about five – four – three – two – o-
Yep. My back hits the couch softly. Dark lusty eyes are dangerously analysing my every move, hesitant to decide what to do first. Me, being the impatient person that I am, doesn't like to wait … I grab her neck, my desire to taste and kiss her with all I've got taking the upper hand.
It's going to be a long night …
End flashback
…
In the end we talked it out. She quit her job. Her sister helped her a lot on that part. Once free, she accepted to help me on tours and performances, but she's also looking for parttime jobs on the side. I get it. I even encouraged her to not get completely dependent on me … That wouldn't be healthy in the beginning of a relationship …
Nowadays she doesn't always have the time anymore to help me. Yet when I ask for her advice or help when I need her, she's always there.
Ever since she pulled the ropes on lights and sound a few times at my performances … people got even more excited. I really didn't realise it could make such a difference to the experience … I'm so glad I found her on a professional level too … though all that means nothing compared to how great it is what we're doing on a personal level.
Brittany is an amazing woman. I'm so grateful I can be her girlfriend.
Boom.
Shit. That shook me out of my thoughts. A loud sound out of my living room makes me take a sprint to the room, flashes of robbers on the forefront of my mind.
"Santana!" Quinn shrieks.
The bat falls out of my hands, but the anger doesn't fall with it. "Quinn what the hell?!What are you doing here?"
She shrugs! What bold gesture is that? Just shrugging? "I thought I could pick you up to bring you to the bar?"
I gape at her. "Ever heard of a phone? Geez you gave me a heart attack, I thought you were a robber!"
She's got the nerve to roll her eyes. Though once analysing my frightened expression, she looks a bit more apologetic. "I'm sorry San. I should have let you know it was me." She walks to my music room, grabbing my guitar. "Come on, we don't want to be late. You're performing two new songs right? What else can I bring to the car? Oh and should we pick up Britt too? Or is she going by bike?"
This woman. One apology and she thinks all is well… it's nice she's picking me up though. I can drink something afterwards that way. I walk after her to the other room, grabbing the sheet music I'll use tonight. "I should have never given you a key to my house. Biggest mistake of my life." I mumble.
A small laugh escapes her, but nothing else is said. I huff before letting go of my anger. "Thanks for giving me a ride." Once I've locked the door, I add that I'll quickly call Brittany to see if she wants a taxi ride too.
Twenty minutes later - Sugar's bar
Yep. Here I am again. My own personal candy crush-hell. I swear, every time I come here, I've got the biggest urge to redownload the stupid game I've lost hours upon hours on in college. Damn Sugar and her crazy ideas. Why am I friends with her? Why?
Ugh. I know. She's a sweet girl (hah, pun non-intended). And she's nice to me. She talks to me because I'm me. Not because I'm Santana Lopez, the famous singer. No, she doesn't care about that at all. Except when she needs a singer in her bar. Then I'm the best singer and best friend ever around …
Anyway. A soft hand grabbing my own takes me out of my grumbling from the environment we just stepped in.
"Easy San. I can hear your judgements out loud." I turn around, playfully pouting towards my girlfriend.
I sigh. "You're not seriously liking this concept, right? … For a bar?"
A childlike grin appears on Brittany's face, glee overwhelming even my own feelings, though all of that happiness comes from her. I'm sure of it.
"Of course I like it. This is awesome. Whoever thought this, had the best idea ever! Combining a bar with candy. It's the perfect heaven to grab a drink after work."
"Exactly." A voice behind us appears out of nowhere. Speak of the devil herself. "Thank you Brittany for understanding what I wanted to do with this place. Unlike some others." She emphasis her last words with sending me a warning look.
I clear my throat. "Sugar. Hi!"
She almost squeezes her eyes shut, looking at me with an 'are you serious right now?' look. Not wavering from my friendly smile for a second, she huffs. "If you weren't my life saviour this evening, I'd have a word with you. Customers can hear you, you know… people like my bar. You're just jealous." She crosses her arms defensively.
Brittany's eyes dartle between me and Sugar, not sure if she'll have to intervene or not.
In the end nothing happens, because Quinn just arrived, and seems like she must have bumped into Blaine and Kurt in the parking lot. Smiles and hello's are quickly exchanged and not a minute later Rory arrives on scene too.
The only one missing is Sam, but Quinn mentioned he'll arrive in ten minutes.
I look around this group of misfits, amazed of how this odd couple of human beings fit perfectly together.
Rory and Brittany are in their own world, catching up, because they haven't seen each other in a while. They've got a strange dynamic. To be honest, I thought Rory had a huge crush on my girl the first time I saw them interact. Yet when he talked to me alone and threatened me to not break her heart … well that made it quite obvious how much of a brother-sister relationship they truly have.
Though that conversation was not necessary. I didn't even appreciate it that much. Who does he think he is? Brittany can firstly defend herself, and I'm not planning on hurting her! I made damn sure he understood his out of place conversation …
I always think he's going to bolt away from me out of fear now. I don't know what he thinks, but it looks like he's afraid I'll beat him to pulp or something … I'm glad to know he knows what I'm capable of. Be aware of snixx!
"Am I seeing ghosts, or are you making heart eyes to your girlfriend?" Sugar pipes up out of nowhere.
"Nope. Just wondering how she became best friends with some random Irish dude."
Quinn puts a hand on my shoulder with just too much muscle behind it. "Aw, you can't even find a smartass hurtful response anymore."
I huff and walk over to Brittany, not in the mood for their teasing. "You're up in ten minutes San, don't let the crowd wait!" Sugar yells, a little too loudly, because people are starting to whisper my name.
Great.
Now I'll have to walk backstage already. Those people won't leave me alone otherwise. Suggesting songs and begging for new songs and whatnot.
I quickly run over to Brittany, gently grabbing her arm. "Come with me?" I whisper in her ear, and she obeys without thinking. She quickly apologizes to Rory though. Guess I interrupted their conversation. Pff. I don't really care. It's Britt Britt time.
Once backstage I let myself fall into a chair that's put next to the door. Brittany grabs a yoga pillow out of the farthest corner, approaching me to sit down too. It's funny. I've never saw a yoga corner, full with candles, sheets, pillows and small massage stuff in a backstage room … That is just ridiculous. Who uses that stuff before performing?
To be honest … no.
Or … maybe when I'm ready with my performance and Brittany has some spare time?
Nah. We'll do that at home. Things have a chance of escalating, and then I'll want to do things, that are not allowed to do in a public bar.
Ugh. So. A yoga room in a backstage room is just plain weird. Though I saw stranger things too. A fitness room, a jacuzzi (I was disappointed I didn't know about it, otherwise I might have took a moment there …). Even an indoor swimming pool! It's ridiculous.
A backstage room is just to put your stuff down, make yourself ready before a performance and a place to lay down for a second when you have a break. There is literally no time to do anything else.
Or you know what? They should put a bed here, for powernaps. That should be a big success, I'm sure of it!
"You ready?" Brittany gently asks, trying to take me back to the present.
I look around, the soft pastel colours on the walls give a sense of relaxation, even though I don't understand how.
"I'm nervous." I respond with a shaky voice.
She grabs my right hand, mindlessly starting to massage it. Confusion takes over her face. "Why are you nervous though? There are not even fifty people out there and you've performed a thousand times already!"
I put my left hand on hers, asking for her full attention. "I want to thank you Brittany. And I'm going to say it with a song I'm going to sing."
She frowns. "What are you thanking me for though?"
I softly laugh, the irony of her not understanding my gratefulness shows how much she loves me already for who I am. "I love you B."
Shoot! That came out of my mouth before I could think about it. I was saving it for in the song! Never mind. Too late now. And maybe the reaction I'm getting was worth spoiling the surprise for.
Her eyes are full on sparkling and her smile could make an army surrender.
I get her enthusiasm though. We've been dating for almost nine months now. Known each other for a whole lot longer. Apparently it was visible for literally everyone that we'd become a couple, except for me. It wasn't obvious for Brittany too though for a long time, in my defence.
Nevertheless, that's not my point. The minute we became girlfriends I realised Brittany was ready to say the official 'I love you' to each other, but my reaction to even hinting towards it, made her hold her tongue.
And if you didn't know this, Brittany is not the most patient in the world. She might be even more impatient then me! Didn't know that was possible, but I've got plenty of examples for you if you don't believe me.
Either way. I made her sweat. Yet the sweet angel she is, she kept her patience and let me choose the pace. When we became official, it was me that gave her the okay to ask the exclusive-question. When we came out to the media (though that was more obvious it should have come from me), was me too. Telling our friends and family? Also me who was hesitant about it… And with this one she made me choose the pace too. But enough is enough.
Brittany shouldn't be afraid to say or ask things to me. She shouldn't hold back things either. I won't run. I know that now.
So there it was, me saying 'I love you'. My idea. My gesture… And my beautiful girlfriend still hasn't said anything…
I nudge her arm, which makes something in her wake up. She stands up too quickly, almost falling down again from the pillow that slides backwards. "Careful Br-"
She shrieks, interrupting my warning. Then I get attacked by an awkward hug. I'm still sitting down and she locked my arms so I can't do much. She doesn't seem to mind because she repeatedly starts to yell "I love you too!" in my ear.
I don't even care that she's making me half deaf right now. Her joy becomes my joy, and I'm so darn happy we're in this room by ourselves.
When she's calmed down a bit (sort of, she looks like a bunny on ecstasy that's afraid to move too much because his predator might see him. In her case, she's probably trying to not overwhelm me too much. She tries to catch her breath. "I'm confused. What's to thank me about and then saying I love you?" Her nose wrinkles like it always does when she's trying to figure something out. It's very cute.
I let my hands grab hers, making us create a motion that seems meaningless but fun either way. "I want to thank you for being patient with me … I know I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve. And I know I'm not always that easy to date. The fame, the mood swings, the closed off moments, Snixx … But somehow you found a way to stay with me, and I want to tha-"
"What are you saying silly?" she softly whispers, like she's trying to be polite in interrupting me. "I should thank you, if we think about it! I blew hot and cold every few weeks, or even months! I wasn't in any way clear that I felt something for you, and yet you still listened to your gut and didn't give up on me …"
Instead of verbally answering, I grab her by the collar. I get distracted for one second, because I'm realising she's wearing the shirt I gave her a month ago.
My distraction doesn't last long though, because before I know it, we're getting lost in eachother sent and touch. Her lips demand the attention that I eagerly want to give. My heart starts to beat rapidly and I push herself of me, standing up in the process. She isn't totally understanding (or agreeing) to my plans, because she pushes me against the door, before I could do that to her. Doesn't matter. The outcome is the same.
The familiarity of all that is Brittany washes over me, and I have to hold myself together to not rip the (beautifully, tastefully bought) shirt of her. Instead, a knock interrupts us.
"Hurry up. Ten minutes are over. Keep it in your pants." Brittany blushes, even though Quinn has no way to see us.
"In a minute." I response, frustration obvious in my voice. Quinn just laughs before walking away.
Brittany clears her throat and tries to even her breathing again. "Sorry, I didn't give you time for your routine …"
I grab a comb to put my hair in a way that doesn't make it look like I just made out with my girlfriend, before I quickly kiss her on the cheek. "Don't worry about it, I'm ready anyway."
I grab the doorknob, before I stop my movements. Brittany almost bumps into me, but I catch her last second. "Besides, I think I like this routine better. You can always come with me from now on." I wink and stroll away.
When I climb onto the small stage, I see Brittany stumbling towards our group, awkwardly fidgeting with her shirt. Even from this far I can see her furiously blushing. Yep. I still got it.
Once the mic is on, the whole crows falls silent. There are some excited yells coming out of the corner I know my friends are sitting. Of course.
"Hello everyone! Are you ready for tonight?"
For a crowd of not more than fifty heads, they are incredibly loud. The first few songs are my classics. When everybody is definitely warmed up, I ask for a minute.
"So. For those of you who lived on Mars for the past few weeks, I have a girlfriend now, who's currently sitting in this very bar." The crowd is so excited about that fact, it gives me a minute to catch my breath.
Once most people calmed down again, I continue talking. "I was planning this super romantic song to claim for the first time that I love you, but apparently I couldn't keep my mouth shut for long enough."
"Doesn't surprise me!" Quinn yells.
The crowd laughs.
I softly smile. "In the end it doesn't matter, because I'm singing this song either way." I see Sugar approaching the side of the small stage, ordering someone from her staff to put a high stool on stage. Just in time, because I was just beginning to panic Sugar forgot.
In that way, I can make the smooth transition by thanking the staff member and sit down on the stool. "Brittany. This one's for you."
I close my eyes for a second, thinking about everything I feel for her. Once I open them again, I instinctively seem to find her eyes … it's the only thing I look into for the next three minutes…
For you, there'll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
…
I'm already thinking about singing this to her privately. Not that I feel like I made a mistake by singing it in front of this crowd, but it does feel a bit … strange. Too late now. Plus. There's nothing and nobody else then Brittany right now for me. By the look of her never wavering gaze towards me, I figure she feels the same.
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
This is less scary then I thought it would be. Probably because I already got her first response to me saying this.
For the rest of the song, I'm just enjoying. Nothing more to say.
…
I've never received such a soft, nice and enthusiastic respond for a song I sang. It's quite amazing, to be honest. I let the applause roll over me for a minute, enjoying every second of it. When things start to settle down, I fasten up the pace again, singing one of my more famous dancing songs.
When everyone has gained back their energy, I speak directly to the crowd, explaining to them I wrote a new song … and that I'm honestly quite nervous about it. It's about my abuelo and how he helped me in life … but I was not trying to write a sad song, it made me feel connected to him and it made me feel happy, bombarded with warmth and love coming from him…
I take a deep breath, the guitar in my hands starts to play it first tunes and after a few seconds my voice starts singing.
I walk around the corner
The smell of post stamps take me back
They take me back in time
I can still hear your voice
Smell the cigars on your breath
It takes me back
Back in time
To the world where you still live in
The world where I can see you
I remember your lessons
The lessons you learned
I remember one thing
Oh, it was something in passing
Yeah, you said
Follow the right path
The path that opens to a new beginning
The path that allows you to love
I glance towards Brittany, a timid, proud smile on her face brightens the whole room. I wink and focus back on my lyrics.
It will give you new friends
Let you feel new emotions
And don't forget the gratefulness
So say thank you
I look towards Kurt and Sugar, subtly waving at them. They proudly wave back. I close my eyes for the next part.
Hmmm
Yes I made mistakes
Closed myself off
Closed my door
Locked away from everyone
Hmm, oh yeah
Yes you always told me those lessons
Those lesson you learned
I still smell it in those post stamps
Let love in
Feel your emotion
Never waver from
What you believe in
Oh yeah
And at the right time you came to me
Those damn postcards haunted me
They came into my world
Showing me the lessons you learned
It was the second time you told me
Don' be a fool
You'll lose that what's precious
I softly smile towards Quinn, showing her my gratitude for always standing by my side.
Oh I remember your lessons
Those lessons that follow me
Straight to the right path
So now Iii-
See your post stamps
They let me feel love
Let me be in love
Yeah, I never wave from my believes
So now I must say
Thank you for those post stamps
Those lessons you learned
Yes, I'll never forgot -
Those dusty old post stamps
It's deadly quiet for a bit, and I inwardly start to panic that nobody liked it…
Suddenly I hear people applauding and yelling from all sides of the bar. Some of them are even whistling! I exhale deeply, relieved about the positive response.
As always I thank the crowd for being here tonight and then it's up to the backstage again.
I open the door and lean on the wall, sighing happily. Suddenly two hands are all over me, making me scream out in surprise.
It's Brittany. Duh.
I hastily kiss her. Still out of breath from my singing, I quickly have to push her off me though. "You staying with me tonight?" I huskily ask Brittany. She licks her lips, nodding in affirmation.
Back at Santana's apartment
I drop Quinn's car keys on the table, too tired to find a better place for them (I convinced her to borrow her car to me, she was staying over at Sam's anyway. It was a win-win). Brittany has already installed herself on the couch, two glasses of water already poured. That's sweet of her. I always drink a glass of water after a night out. This girl …
"Brittany? Would you like to go on tour with me? Be my personal technician for one more time?"
She turns around, a small smile forming on her face and her blue eyes sparkling, but nothing more. "Yes." She says with a lot of neutrality.
Before I can jump into the excitement, she raises her hand. I question her lack of joy. "I'm not finished yet. I have one condition." She stays silent for ten seconds, building the suspense with every tick of my watch. She approaches me, grabbing both my hands.
What is happening?
"Santana Lopez, do you want to move in with me?"
A genuine smile forms on my face. Okay. I did not expect this, but after all these months official dating … I guess this has been long overdue…
"Yes!" I kiss her with all the passion I've got hidden in my bones. It's not the most romantic kiss, our teeth almost colliding together from both our smiles, but I don't care. This is amazing. I have a girlfriend, and we'll be living together!
"I'm not moving in with your sister though. How much resistance do you feel about moving to this apartment?" I ask as innocent as possible.
She just laughs in response, a deep, very happy sounding belly laugh. I grin like a fool in response. I can't believe she's part of my life. I'm so damn lucky.
Santana - present
So here it is. That's it. That's all I want to write for now. All I've written down. I know tour has ended and we're officially living together now (things got delayed because of said tour), but I'm tired.
Plus: all this time spending on my computer typing like hell, is less time spend with Brittany.
If you think 'That's it? She said yes to moving in together? That's why she wrote this story? That's why she wanted to understand herself better? She didn't get why she said yes to the question of living together with a girlfriend? That's not special at all!'
… Well to be frank with you, you can think what you want. Either way. It is special for me. I don't know how it happened, but I felt confident to say yes. I might have started writing this story to understand myself better, but in the end that doesn't even matter.
I don't think it's necessary to understand every little part about yourself. So … consider this useless. Maybe I just wanted to express my excitement for having the honour to have a girlfriend as special as Brittany …
Love you B!
… Yep. That's the last sentence to my story. Told you it was at your own risk to read this.
Anyway. Britt is calling me. Bye!
THE END