"I was always going to come back to you. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't and I won't."
"See...hopeless romantic."
"I don't like that phrase. It makes it sound like we're doomed."
"I think we've already been through the hardest things."
"I hope so."
He lowered his eyebrows slightly as he looked at me. "So really, the question is why did you choose me?"
"You're joking, right?"
"I'm curious."
"It seems as though you have plenty of self confidence."
"Is that one of the things you like?"
"Yes. I like that you always seem so sure of what you want. Even if what you want scares you."
He put his other hand on top of mine, so that mine was sandwiched between his. He wanted to hear why I loved him. He needed validation too.
"You know how good looking you are. You're classically tall, dark, and handsome. When I see you I get butterflies in my stomach. And when you touch me I get chills." I suddenly felt nervous. "I've never been so attracted to someone in my life.”
"That's how I feel about you."
I laughed.
"Penny. I do."
I looked into his eyes. He was being sincere. I wanted him to know how I felt too. I wasn't done telling him what I loved about him. "You're also dark and brooding and mysterious. But when you let me in, when I get to see glimpses of the real you, I fall harder and harder. Like the juice box thing."
"You like that my parents didn't let me drink apple juice out of a box?"
"No, I like that you told me that. You're cute."
His eyebrows lowered again. "I'm not cute."
"Yes you are. You're being adorable right now."
He smiled at me.
"And I love that you're..." I looked down at his hands on mine, "...domineering."
He laughed. "You mean in bed?"
I shook my head. "Yes, in bed. But in everything else too. I'm indecisive. I'm so bad at choosing things."
"You chose me."
"I did. But you saw all the stupid stuff I did along the way," I said.
"Which was my fault."
"No. It was because I'm a mess."
He smiled at me. "Do you know what I am currently enjoying most of all?"
