After that kiss I spent the night in his room. On October 29th. The next day I spent the night in his room. October 30th. The next day I spent the night in his room. October Halloweenth. This continues for exactly three weeks straight.
The best part wasn't even the cuddling under the covers, or everything that happened between climbing in bed and falling asleep (every single night. hellz yeah), or even waking up and coming to consciousness to see him still sleeping next to me (although that was pretty fantastic). The best part was that we spent three weeks of learning each other. Asking questions and talking about childhoods and families back home. Eight parents, dead stepdad, and lost birthfather meets uptight family, screw-up brother, and arrogant dad.
He's such a beautiful soul. And I don't know why I believe that so strongly; his description of himself left a lot to be desired, if I really think about it. The first thing I learned about him is that he's spoiled. He literally gets a new phone like...every day. Okay not literally. Anyways when he wants something, he calls his mom. She usually buys it. He has internet in his room, an awesome phone, a Macbook and an iPad2, ...you get the picture. He also explained to me how superficial his town/parents are. He lives somewhere outside of Boston, I forget the name of the actual place, but everyone knows everyones' business. And the way his family acts is very stereotypical nouveau riche. Make sure the Christmas tree looks good in the window, who cares what presents are underneath? That sort of thing. Also his brother- apparently he and his brother hated each other forever. Basically the parents kicked his brother out of the house for being a dick to Ben. Making Ben the favorite child. Which, and this is so weird, but I think is amazingly adorable. I know everyone's supposed to hate the spoiled brat, the diva that gets more than what she deserves, and in a way that is Ben, but at the same time he's so...perfect? Maybe I'm just blinded by his cuteness. And the fact that he grew up in a screwed up town and came out on top is so strong and just...sexy? Maybe I shouldn't be blogging about him late at night in my bed. Anyways, the fact that he's spoiled is one of my favorite parts about him. Because it means I get to spoil him. I massage his feet, his hands, his shoulders, I crack his back, I...well....fill in the blanks. I love spoiling him. It's the best. He's the best.
Wow. Anyways. That's basically what our relationship grew to. Not that I'm the only one that gives, I don't want it to sound like a one-sided relationship. He's sweet. And he sent me cute texts. And technically he provided me with shelter for three weeks straight, so that's something. Oh and he bought me dinner! Being theater kids with no money (meaning I have no money) we can't really afford fancy meals that often. But Ben and I walked to this place on Broadway called ________. Of course I forget the name now. Anyways he paid for my meal. And it was so sweet. Ugh God he's great. Okay.
Throughout the relationship we would text each other things like "I'm so glad I have you." and "You're such an amazing person." Things that started out as cute little pick-me-up texts and eventually turned into some pretty heavy sentiments. It's ridiculous how quickly things picked up. But love knows no time limitations.
It was a perfect three weeks, honestly one of the greatest times of my life. Somebody that I had liked for a long time finally came out of the closet to me, and on top of that told me he likes me and was willing to break up with his girlfriend for me!! That's huge! Now imagine that plus three weeks of constantly spending time together, all the while learning step-by-step that this person could legitimately be the one. And each day was just better than the last.
Truly, an amazing three weeks.
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