Days...
Weeks...
Months...
So, what will happen now? We're inseparable, and we still hang out like we usually do. Same thing almost every day. Regardless, I am happy being with him. I can't even imagine someone like him will be with me and accept me for who I really am. There are no more eyes behind the door, no more base of a pyramid, and no more fantasy. It's like I don't want this to end any longer. I enjoy being just the two of us.
One late afternoon, after we watch the daily disappearance of the sun below the horizon, he asked me if I can go to a party with him with his clique. I was surprised because he never introduced me to his friends before. We've known each other for more than a year now, and I did not realize that he also has his own set of friends. I thought he was just a loner. That's weird, I have my set of friends as well and I also never get them acquainted. I was so focused on our relationship and it was so selfish of me, I already forgot everyone else. I agreed to come to dinner with his folks and I did not feel any negative vibes when he asked me to go out with them.
"Yes, I think it's time to go out of my comfort zone socially." I said. "I can meet new friends and hang out with others. The more, the merrier."
He smiled. "I thought I'll be having a hard time asking you to go out with them. You really are not a social person and prefer not to interact with others, but me, of course." He laughed.
"Not really. I am just into you. I can't see everyone else anymore." I kissed him.
"So, it's my fault then."
I laughed.
"What's funny?" He asked.
"Nothing." I answered. "I told you my story, right? I suppose you understand."
"Well, then. I am glad you want to meet new friends."
"So, are you going to pick me up tonight, or are we going to just meet somewhere?"
"Of course, I'll pick you up in about an hour. Get yourself ready now."
I kissed him and ran to my apartment, waved at him, and got ready for the party. I want to look great tonight. I want them to know that Michael chose the right girl for him. I shouldn't be doing this because I am sure he's mine, but I think In also need to please his friends. I don't want them talking about me behind my back, especially if it's off-putting.
And here I am again, trying to be perfect. I wish I will be comfortable with them like I did with Michael. I rushed to my closet and looked for something to wear. I forgot to ask him what kind of party we are attending. So, I decided to put on something that will jive with any kind of occasion. Just a simple red dress will do. I only got an hour to get ready, and I already wasted thirty minutes just to choose what to wear. Here goes nothing. I just have my hair fall down straight and have a touch of simple make up. I looked at myself in front of the mirror and smiled because I liked what I saw. I felt great, carefree, and beautiful.
Just a brief moment, my doorbell rang. Michael asked me to have one before because I can't hear him knocking at the door when I have my headphones on. Going back, Michael's never late... always on time.
"Ready" He asked me.
I sighed.
"Yes, ready."