You know that place in a relationship where everything - even watching each other eat eggs for breakfast - is incredible? When you love that ginormous grin he has on when he meets you in the crowded street and then pulls out a stuffed dolphin from behind him? When seeing and hearing her squeal in delight makes waiting all day for the UPS guy totally worth it? When the short and sweet e-mail he sends you in the morning makes you smile the entire day? "Lovely." "Dear." "Babe." Shoot, even your own name sounds infinitely better coming from their lips. Yeah...I'm so there.This has been a total "Whoosh!" It's obviously not perfect, but I like how right now it feels pretty close. I'm trying not to wonder how long this stage will last and just enjoy the fact that A. and I fit. Fantasies, fears and dreams are easy to share. I can be my weirdest self, singing and twirling around his apartment, and not care (too much) what he thinks. I can pretend to be mad and feign disinterest just to be contrary and he will still give me a "Hey, cutie" with a wink on top. And if I do get annoyed for some petty reason, I just look into those blue, green, brown (just pick a color already, will you?!) eyes and quickly realize that dammit, I still kinda like him.
So even though in the beginning I had no interest in doing so for a good long while, tomorrow I'm finally taking A. to meet my parents.
"So you've got plans for me, huh?" he asks.
"Yeah, at least 'til April anyway."
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