"Come here," he says.
I hesitate. My chest is moving rapidly.
By now he knows, I'm just a moment away from panicking.
He pouts comically. "You don't want to snuggle?"
I sigh. "I always want to snuggle."
He reaches out for me. "Then, come."
I slide over, and he runs his hand through my hair. He studies his own movements, or maybe the copper in my strands, lips turned down for real this time.
Finally, he asks, "Was it not what you expected? Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I answer honestly. "It was perfect. You were perfect."
"...then?"
"I'm scared. I've given you everything now."
He captures my hand and pulls it to his chest. His heart.
"I know," he says. "I know what it means to you. But... even if you can't see it – even if it's not as obvious – I've given you all of me, too."
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Doubts
RomanceWe met online, which is how I've always imagined it. We poured our souls out in text. But meeting in person is terrifying. I've never had a real relationship. I've fallen in unrequited love and written about love since I was nine. But this is real...
