My Wonderwall..
"I have a question..."
This was it. I felt it coming, I wanted it to come, if he didnt say something soon, I would wind up doing so. I knew he was going to ask though- as he'd never really experienced it before. My heart pounded even harder than it had already been- the familiar feeling I got when I would hug him had just escalated. As we embraced in my driveway in all attempts at prolonging our last few minutes together before he left for the weekend, he asked me...
"What does love feel like?"
My mind was struggling to sort out all of the answers swimming around in my head. I must have taken a bit longer to answer than he expected, but I was so taken aback- I feel like I have been waiting for ages to express this answer to him, and then when it came down to it, I was unprepared.
"So, no response?"
Damn it, Donna, say something. For Pete's sake, you know what you want to say. Sort out your thoughts though, goodness knows you could make a mess of this conversation.
"I know it seems really soon- since we've only been together for like 2 weeks..."
Not too soon. What does that matter? It could take 2 minutes or 2 years to decide how you feel about someone. All that matters: it's here.
I told him that he would know the feeling when he had it. There. That keeps me from sounding like the expert. I don't know why he asked ME what it would feel like though, even though I had been in love before, I still feel that this experience has been entirely different from the former.
I asked him if it would help if I told him that I love him.
"Only if it's the truth."
Ahh, a boy after my own heart. Wants the real thing. Doesn't just want filler words and false emotions.
"Because I'm pretty sure I love you."
Well that works out well then, because I'm pretty sure I love you too.
This was it. I felt it coming, I wanted it to come, if he didnt say something soon, I would wind up doing so. I knew he was going to ask though- as he'd never really experienced it before. My heart pounded even harder than it had already been- the familiar feeling I got when I would hug him had just escalated. As we embraced in my driveway in all attempts at prolonging our last few minutes together before he left for the weekend, he asked me...
"What does love feel like?"
My mind was struggling to sort out all of the answers swimming around in my head. I must have taken a bit longer to answer than he expected, but I was so taken aback- I feel like I have been waiting for ages to express this answer to him, and then when it came down to it, I was unprepared.
"So, no response?"
Damn it, Donna, say something. For Pete's sake, you know what you want to say. Sort out your thoughts though, goodness knows you could make a mess of this conversation.
"I know it seems really soon- since we've only been together for like 2 weeks..."
Not too soon. What does that matter? It could take 2 minutes or 2 years to decide how you feel about someone. All that matters: it's here.
I told him that he would know the feeling when he had it. There. That keeps me from sounding like the expert. I don't know why he asked ME what it would feel like though, even though I had been in love before, I still feel that this experience has been entirely different from the former.
I asked him if it would help if I told him that I love him.
"Only if it's the truth."
Ahh, a boy after my own heart. Wants the real thing. Doesn't just want filler words and false emotions.
"Because I'm pretty sure I love you."
Well that works out well then, because I'm pretty sure I love you too.