The Story...part 9

Second Chances

So we became official again in May of 11'. Almost 2 years exactly from when we met. Word spread quickly and people could not be more happy for us. I got a lot of "it's about time..." from people. So we took it slow and I worked hard at not getting too ahead of myself. We both went through periods where doubts and fears filled our mind. It took us awhile to each work through them, but eventually they became less and less frequent until they ultimately disappeared.

Things were only getting better, I was surprised. My feelings were actually cooperating how I wanted them too. About 6 weeks after we got back together, Scott dropped the "I love you" bomb. Only in typical Scott fashion of course. This includes-on the couch at his house with his roommates loudly playing Halo upstairs. No candles, no romantic music, no mood setting of any kind, not even a hint. That was fine by me simply because I knew he was being genuine. And that's all that I needed. He told me he loved me and he had for a long time. I simply responded, "I know." It wasn't a surprise to me or anyone else for that matter that that's how he felt. I always knew he felt that way about me. And it didn't scare me like those words had previously. It just made me think.

I spent the next several weeks analyzing my feelings for this man. I have learned to be very careful in making sure I'm confidant in my feelings before I express them. This was no exception. And if there was anytime I wanted to be sure, it was then. I did manage to have a few slip-ups though. Have you ever tried to purposely not say "I love you" when someone expresses the same to you. Try it sometime. It's habit to repeat it back to that person, no matter how you might feel. So I might have accidently ended a phone call or two in slight embarassment at my accidental "I love you's".

Somehow, I figured it out. I knew that despite my best efforts at times, I had fallen in love with him. Nevermind his funny walk, his constant arm shaking, his odd obsession with the color orange, or the fact that he still eats like a 9 year old boy. I suprised both Scott and myself by spilling the news the night before he left on a guys' only trip. I didn't plan on telling him then, but it just came out..in a tiny whisper. I don't think I could have expected any better reaction than what I got. And I don't think he wiped the smile off his face the rest of the night. It was perfect. We had been through a lot with each other and for us to both be at that point in our lives was quite a miracle. We knew it could only get better from here...