Over the months, I had grown very accustomed to you and hearing your opinion on things. That’s natural, though. After all, you were someone I deeply valued. I tilted my head, waiting for you to respond.
After you told me that you were not in fact, busy, I nodded. I started to walk away from the door, before realizing you weren’t following me. I glanced back at you, giving you a confused expression, soon realizing my mistake. I felt that my face had heated up as I walked back to you to explain myself. I probably looked a little upset, at least for a moment, as I bit the inside of my cheek.
“I wanted to ask if you wanted to spend the evening together, because you aren’t busy.” I was slightly off-put by the fact that I forgot to ask you to hang out with me. I awaited your reply with a little nervousness. I often worried about a lot of things, especially regarding you. You were really my only friend. You’ve helped me read situations better. But honestly, I didn’t care too much. I wanted to spend the day with you, and hoped that you felt the same.
Thankfully, you did. Internally, I was ecstatic. I was so excited to spend the day with you. I had planned an entire day just for the two of us, and knew that you would come with me all along. Something about you has always made me feel sure of myself. It was somehow comforting. My, I’m reminiscing. ...Do you remember that holiday party? It was getting loud and unruly. I think everyone was a little more than intoxicated. I deign to imagine the aftermath, the next morning. ...That wasn’t what I was talking about, was it? Right. The party. It was quite loud, and I had every urge to leave. Instead, you found me. You knew I was uncomfortable, and took me outside. The snow was beautiful. That day is one of my favorites.
That’s right, the story. You really are eager to sleep. Still, I will indulge you and your desire to hear more of this… No, more of your story. ...“Our”? Our story? I suppose it is. You even now surprise me with that kind of word choice. Anyway, I shall continue. We walked through the snow to my home. I kept glancing over at you. You looked… You looked really nervous. There’s no other way for me to say that. It was endearing, though. You always look very cute. I kept looking at you for another reason, though.
I really wanted to hold your hand, and was wondering when you would take initiative. I thought you wanted to hold hands, but I was unsure whether or not now was an opportune time, so I didn’t do it at the time. ...Oh. Now is a good time? To make up for it. Yes, that sounds good. At any rate, I wanted to show you something. Truthfully, I had waited all month to show you what I had made. I had stayed awake for such a long time for previous nights, to make sure that you would love it. I knew exactly how long the trip would take, but enjoyed walking in silence. I assumed you did, too, but thinking back on it, did you find it a little awkward?
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