He loved me.

My heart swelled as these words slowly made their way up to the most tingly depth of my mind, one by one. He loved me! He really loved me! He was the most beautiful thing in the world, in my eyes, ‘cuz you know, I have really good eyesight. I don’t know if I really believed it or not, but something in my head forced me to repeat the words he said, outloud, in my stupid, way-too-raspy voice.
“I love you.” My heart lurched as I heard myself say those three words in a voice that wasn’t quite mine. “Really, I do.” My heart was swelling with pleasure and a tingly sensation to hear that he loved me. Really ... I’d known it all along; but I’d never actually heard him say it until just now.

I could almost hear his heart pounding faster and faster as I wrapped my arms around his neck, could almost see the little smile that was forming in his head. He wanted me, I knew that. “It’s good to hear you say that,” he murmured, all while hugging me tighter. I wanted more, though, I felt like I could never put a limit to the strength he was holding back, how tight he could hold me. I’d always want for him to hold me tighter...
I giggled. “I know,” I said, kinda flirty.

“Do you?” His voice was raspy now, kind of like mine was when I had told him I loved him. And I did. I don’t know why it was so hard for me to admit to him what I was really thinking, the truth. I thought it would be easy. Just run into his house in the middle of the night when he’s like really depressed about his girlfriend dumping him or whatever the hell he’s upset about and make him laugh with your awesome sense of humor when he’s just about to cry. Cry and cry and sob like a big fat baby.*
God ... do you still wanna date him?

Okaaaaay. Off-topic. Anyway ... back to the present... he was still hugging me, like heaven could hug an angel (on second thought, I don’t really wanna go to heaven anymore. GET THE FIREWORKS!! HURRAH!!!). It was like crazy. I mean, we had even gone to the I love you stage.
Kiss me! I willed him telepathically. Usually first kisses come before the I love you, yeah, really rarely after. Fine, okay. Usually it goes the I love you! crap that everyone wants to hear and feels all excited about it for the next twenty years while they put little heart stickers on their noses everywhere they go and draw little pictures of kissing couples in notebooks and dance happily off into the sunset. (well, that’s what I do.)

I could see him clearly now, he lowered his face towards mine, and instantly I caught the message to lean towards him too, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, at the exact same millisecond mine went around his waist ... he looked at me tenderly and...

Don’t leave me hanging! Well, what would you do?

Okay, just leave a comment continuing the story. You can put different fan-characters in your comment, of you and your TDI-crush, blah blah blah... Yeah, just list your fangirl crap and such. XDD

*Idea base from You Belong With Me (Taylor Swift) “In the middle of the night ... I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re ‘bout to cry...”