Today, I am continuing the series I've been posting about Our Love Story.
Today I talk about the first time Scott said, "I love you".
I don’t remember
what date it was or what the exact time was when he said it.
All I know was that it was late
January & we had been dating for almost a month.
I remember that
Scott & I had just come back to his house
from picking up chinese takeout & a Blockbuster movie.
We walked upstairs to his room and ate chinese at his computer desk.
I remember we were starving & were barely talking.
I also remember that the silence was never awkward.
Everything seemed normal and natural,
like we had known each other for years.
Hours went by, & the Blockbuster movie just sat there on the desk, unopened.
We talked about everything from our childhoods to our high school years,
to exes and things you aren't "supposed" to talk about.
We learned more about each other in those few hours then we ever have before.
And all the while, the movie just sat there.
Of all the topics we discussed, one of them was Valentine's Day,
which happened to be rapidly approaching.
He mentioned how he liked to think of himself as a romantic guy.
He told me that he once went on a date with a girl on Valentine's Day
and came to her door with a dozen roses.
I think it was at
that point that I interrupted him and said…
“My ex boyfriend used to spoil the
heck out of me.
Every little
holiday he would get me something and it almost seemed like
our relationship
was based solely off of gifts and material things.
Let’s not do anything crazy for Valentine’s Day.
I don’t want anything from you and I’m
not going to get you anything either.
Let’s not be that mushy gushy couple.
Especially because we only just started dating not too long
ago”
I remember I must
have said all of that in one whole breath because
I was panting afterwards and
Scott was just looking at me dumbfounded.
I remember thinking…
“Way to go, Karla!
All he wants to
do is be romantic and now you just ruined everything!”
The silence got so
weird that I opened my mouth again and said,
“We could just get together and
have a couple beers or something…
maybe go to that Train concert?”
(Scott & I both
liked the band Train at the time)
And to that, his
eyes lit up and that is when he said…. “I think I love you”.
It’s so hard to
express this in words… but that moment basically defines our relationship.
I get him and he gets me. We were meant to be.
It was at that
moment where I just thought…
I could never live a day without this man.