I sat across from him, cutting my food and trying to eat enough to be polite and not seem distracted.  I can’t tell you half of what he talked about as I listened about his week.  I kept trying to determine how I would switch gears to what we were really there for, but kept hoping we could get out of the restaurant and back to the car before we would go there.  He couldn’t have meant it to sound loaded, but it felt like such a heavy question when he asked what was going on with me.  He agreed that we could wait until we were in the car to go there.  There’s just something about a darker environment that makes it easy to be real.  Maybe it’s the notion that if you can’t see me, you can’t see through me.

We got in the car and he asked me again.  I silently prayed that God would help me to not chicken out, but rather to be as honest as I knew how to be. 

“Remember that time I said I could easily fall for you and you said you weren’t having those same feelings, so I said it wasn’t a big deal, I just wouldn’t fall for you?  Well, that didn’t really work out for me.  And I know this isn’t news to you; you aren’t stupid so I know you know.”

It was the start of a conversation that would last over the course of several days.  It would carry on over breakfast, text messages, and a second night of sitting in a car talking it out.  We would get even more honest about everything there was to share and know about one another.  And then, he would kiss me and it would change everything.

Today marks four months of us being together and I am incredibly thankful that God saw fit to bring us together.