Game of firsts, the end.

 Right, where were we?

Me, her, the universe at our feet with a glimmer of a happy ever after. And on we go with this fairytale that I was lucky enough to live. 

I still was a tad unsure of dipping my toes into the world of dating but the prospect of enjoying that wild ride with my best friend certainly was enough to erase any and all of the aforementioned doubts. At the time, we were practically inseparable - you see me, you see her. We were in that all-too-familiar limbo where you're practically dating albeit you really aren't. We weren't in the Bahamas nor Maldives but it truly felt like a honeymoon, without all the honeymooning sadly. 

I toyed with the idea of officially asking her to be mine, officially at least , for a while before I finally popped the question - technically. I hadn't a clue how to be a boyfriend let alone a good one but for her, I knew I'd figure it out and figure it out I did. She said she'd think about which did no favors for my mental and emotional wellbeing. Good things come to those who wait and the best thing happened to me when she finally said yes a couple of days later. 

The first couple of days were the cutest and weirdest at the same time. I was still getting acclamated to being someone's significant other and to be fair, so was she. We fit like a glove and soon all the tentativeness, walking on eggshells was gone and all that was left two kids with nothing but love, so much love, trying to figure life out together. 

Oh to be 18 and in love again.

_storyteller.