As Corny as Kansas in August
I had an amazing weekend, and, yes, he said it.
Friday night, as I brushed my teeth before bed, Chris went into the hall to smoke a cigarette. When he came back, I was lying in bed, and he declared that he had something to tell me. “I may regret this,” he said, “but fuck it. Tonight’s the night.” And then he made his way over to where I was lying, wrapped his arms around me, and said, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said and then asked him why he would regret it and he told me something about how he didn’t want to seem weak. I told him that was silly, but I also knew that was how he felt, which is why I didn’t think he’d be the first one to say it. But he was. I was surprisingly willing to wait him out.
In our karaoke box on Saturday night, he said it again, although in the form of “You made me love you.” And then again on Sunday, I brought it up, causing him to say, “Yes, I love you, Katie, and it scares me a bit.” It scares him, he said, because he is capable of having such strong emotions.
He hasn’t had a serious relationship since his last girlfriend broke up with him in the summer of 2007. They were together for four years, and he thought they would spend their lives together. In the end, they wanted different things and she left him. He was heartbroken and unable to even consider having a new relationship until almost a year after their breakup. A couple of months later, he met me.
All along the way, he’s made comments to me about how surprising it is for him to have feelings for someone again and how I’ve made him feel things that he didn’t think he would feel again. He’s even made it clear that he’s reconsidering having children. His very clear stance on not procreating was one of the things that led to the end of his last relationship. There’s the possibility, then, that he’s telling me that he’s considering them simply because he thinks that might make me happy-because he doesn’t want to spoil this in the same way as his last relationship. But he strikes me as far too honest for that.
And if he ultimately decides that he doesn’t want children, that’s ok, of course. That is a decision that is years away and, for now, I’m just basking in his love. I know it sounds corny and difficult to believe, but I really did feel quite magical when he told me that he loves me. Our relationship isn’t even three months old yet and is having plenty of growing pains, but this weekend made me feel like we will be together for a long time to come.
Here we are, looking drunk at karaoke on Saturday:
Friday night, as I brushed my teeth before bed, Chris went into the hall to smoke a cigarette. When he came back, I was lying in bed, and he declared that he had something to tell me. “I may regret this,” he said, “but fuck it. Tonight’s the night.” And then he made his way over to where I was lying, wrapped his arms around me, and said, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said and then asked him why he would regret it and he told me something about how he didn’t want to seem weak. I told him that was silly, but I also knew that was how he felt, which is why I didn’t think he’d be the first one to say it. But he was. I was surprisingly willing to wait him out.
In our karaoke box on Saturday night, he said it again, although in the form of “You made me love you.” And then again on Sunday, I brought it up, causing him to say, “Yes, I love you, Katie, and it scares me a bit.” It scares him, he said, because he is capable of having such strong emotions.
He hasn’t had a serious relationship since his last girlfriend broke up with him in the summer of 2007. They were together for four years, and he thought they would spend their lives together. In the end, they wanted different things and she left him. He was heartbroken and unable to even consider having a new relationship until almost a year after their breakup. A couple of months later, he met me.
All along the way, he’s made comments to me about how surprising it is for him to have feelings for someone again and how I’ve made him feel things that he didn’t think he would feel again. He’s even made it clear that he’s reconsidering having children. His very clear stance on not procreating was one of the things that led to the end of his last relationship. There’s the possibility, then, that he’s telling me that he’s considering them simply because he thinks that might make me happy-because he doesn’t want to spoil this in the same way as his last relationship. But he strikes me as far too honest for that.
And if he ultimately decides that he doesn’t want children, that’s ok, of course. That is a decision that is years away and, for now, I’m just basking in his love. I know it sounds corny and difficult to believe, but I really did feel quite magical when he told me that he loves me. Our relationship isn’t even three months old yet and is having plenty of growing pains, but this weekend made me feel like we will be together for a long time to come.
Here we are, looking drunk at karaoke on Saturday: