It All Started At The Coffee Shop

Did you ever meet somebody just out of nowhere and realize that they are the best thing that's happened to you? I feel like, when it comes to relationships, the best things in life come when we aren't actively seeking them out. 

I had given up and admitted defeat. And along you came and I was a goner. We often joke about how we ended up together. I'll say, 'I saw you, I wanted you, and I got you.'. This is, of course, the silly and simplistic version of events. 

The long one is this;

Our community was all having coffee. There were so many new faces. Too many. I was overwhelmed. I wanted to leave. I looked like I was plotting homicide (according to a few of my friends). 

You came in, introduced yourself to me, then the others. I didn't really think much of it, to be honest. I was too caught up in my emotions. But as my friend drove me home, she asked if anyone I met stood out. If any had piqued my interest. I responded, calling you by name.

I was anxious, I wanted to reach out but was worried that it wouldn't be reciprocated.  This would have been fine, of course. I would have been content with being just friends. But I messaged you and we hit it off immediately. First through music, then through character building. I remember talking your ear off about an OC I had recently made. Ravina. I was so proud of her. Of what I'd created. And you responded in kind. 

Sometime later, my friend was hosting a party. I asked if you wanted to come with me, and be my designated driver. I told you I'd likely be drinking but wasn't interested in having sex.  You said yes. And so we went. And I got absolutely freaking hammered. God, I was a mess. I had to lean on you while we walked out to your car. And when we pulled into my place, I sat for a moment in silence. I wanted to invite you in. But I was afraid of coming off too strong. Too clingy. But I liked you. I really, really liked you. And I'd spent so much of my life letting opportunity pass me by because of my fears. I was tired of it. And so I invited you in, saying that I didn't want to be alone tonight, but that I still didn't want to have sex. You said that you didn't expect anything like that tonight. 

We went to my room, got settled into my bed, and you held me as I drunkenly talked about my shitty home life and how I moved to our town to get away. 

The next morning you woke me, saying that you had an appointment. That you would be back after. 

Once you left, I thought that was it. All those doubts crept back in. That I was too much. Too fast. Had too much emotional baggage. 

A while later I got a text. You told me that you'd finished your appointment, asking me if I'd had anything to eat today, and where I'd like to go.

My immediate thought? You wanted to take me out to lunch. Me. In public. After seeing a glimpse of how much of a mess I was. 

We decided on a place, you picked me up, and we talked about what we wanted over lunch. What we were looking for. 

Then you promptly began to sweep me off my feet. You've shown me new music. Introduced me to Vampire: The Masquerade, made me watch fucking Austin Powers with you (cue eye roll here), and then proceeded to quote it for *weeks*, shared your passions (I think it's cute how you can't sit still while talking about the things you enjoy, pacing back and forth while you tell me about them, getting lost in what you're saying).

I guess what I'm saying is...

You're a fucking nerd.

And I love you.

And this month will be our 6-month mark.

I've never gotten this far before.

And I'm excited to go further.

P.S. My therapist, yes my *therapist*, says this relationship is the healthiest one I've been in. Needless to say, I plan on keeping you around for a long, long while.

P.P.S. I know this is cheesy, and some may find it cringey, but I don't really care.