A Moment That Defined Forever

It doesn't feel like it was very long ago when I was sitting in Nick's apartment, cuddled up in his fuzzy red blanket on his bed, watching him play his guitar. Every night was the same. We would have so much fun together, staying up most of the night. Streaming movies online, listening to new music, doing homework together; no matter what we did, the connection between us was unlike any I had ever had with another person. 
We would meet up a few times during the day. For coffee, for lunch, or just for a few minutes to say hi in passing. We would go to parties together at night. And, of course, the best part- we would have big kid sleepovers every single night. Sleepovers full of cuddling, sex, and very little sleep. The very best kind. I was comfortable with what we had. I loved every minute of it. However, I believed that it would never be anything more than that. We loved each other all along, we shared so many feelings, not to mention how great our physical relationship had been from the very beginning. I thought that was all it was, though. I was under the impression that Nick would never be ready to call me his girlfriend. I thought we would never end up dating; that we would only hang out and hang out some more until he eventually got tired of that and we fizzled out.
That is why it's an understatement to say he caught me off guard when he finally asked me out. It was February 21st, 2012. Roughly three in the morning. We had just gotten done having sex. His body pressed against mine as he laid on top of me. Two sweaty bodies breathing in unison, staring into one another's eyes, in the darkness. Just enough moonlight sneaking in from the window to see each other's faces. This was nothing special. But then, all of a sudden, he kissed my face and whispered through the blackness of the room, "Be with me."
Just like that. He never gave me a choice, not that I even had one to make. It hadn't been my choice from the first moment I laid eyes on him six months earlier. Not only was I already with him, but I was his. Completely.
That must have been why I didn't answer. This was the moment I was waiting for, for what felt like forever. It's not that I didn't want to answer. I wanted to more than anything I've ever wanted. Up until that moment, though, I never knew what it meant to truly be speechless. Right then, I was speechless. I physically couldn't get a word out; they were sticking in my throat. As soon as he said those three words, it felt like my heart stopped and my throat closed up. I could hardly believe it. It felt so surreal. How long I was actually silent, I don't know. I just stared at him, though, for what felt like an hour. Finally I wiggled my arms out from under him, and gently wrapped my fingers around his warm, smooth neck. I kissed him hard, but softly at the same time. "Yes," I finally mustered. "I will. I want to."
I wanted to cry. This was the happiest I could ever remember being. He pulled me in, holding me so close to his heart, and if I wasn't sure about what we had before this, I certainly was now. I knew then that nothing would ever be able to break what we had. This was meant to be. This was real. It was true love.

Have any of you ever had a moment like this?
XoXo,
Bri

The Day We Met: A Story of Fate

I remember meeting him perfectly. It was during my first week of my freshman year of college. A friend and I had decided to try out one of the local bars. Waiting in line to get in, we found ourselves talking to some older guys. After a few minutes of conversation, I learned that the men we had met were male strippers. For some girls, this may have been great news, but for me, it was a cue to leave. I was not interested in the one that was trying to steal my heart- or vagina, for that matter- from the beginning, but the news of his lousy occupation pushed me over the edge. Despite this, they had promised to buy us drinks once we were inside, so, naturally, we stuck around. Of course, they were expecting us to dance with them. Instead, after collecting our drinks, we excused ourselves to the restroom, where we downed the drinks, tossed them in the trash, and scurried out the back door, before they ever had a chance to say goodbye. Typical girl move, I know, but it was all part of the path that led me to the love of my life. 
My friend and I weren't sure where to take the rest of our night, so we stopped at a vendor on the sidewalk to grab some hot dogs. While we sat and ate, a trio of Australian boys introduced themselves. Now these ones, we liked, if only for the accents. We talked with them for quite some time. I stood up to throw my garbage in to the nearest trash bin when I saw another group of boys. As they walked past us, one of them stood out to me. He wore a maroon hoodie, ripped jeans, skater shoes, and he topped it all off with a backwards RVCA hat. Saying he was my type would be an understatement. He looked good, and maybe it was only because I had a few drinks in me, but for some reason I felt he deserved to know. So, I shouted. "Hey, you look good," I said in his direction. What?! Why would I say that? I could have chose to be a normal member of the female population and gone up to politely introduce myself, but I shouted. No, not even. I catcalled. I catcalled a guy. Talk about reverse gender roles. Well, he nodded and smiled, and that was that.
I went back and joined my friend and the Aussies. About ten minutes later, mid-conversation with the three boys, I hear a whisper in my ear. "The one in the grey is faking. He's not from Australia." Startled, I whipped my head around. And, what do you know? There he was. The sexy boy in the RVCA hat. 
To be continued, my loves.....
Bri