Jasleena

I'm not sure how much time later we finally stopped kissing. And cuddled up on the sofa. "So, does this mean I can consider you more than a friend? Like I know you probably don't want me to call you my girlfriend yet. But, you're still mine." He said with a sneaky smirk. I laughed. "Yours huh?" He nodded. "Sides that mean that you are mine?" He nodded again. "So..." I smiled. It's time to let go. "So, you're mine. My boyfriend?" His eyes widened. "Well, I mean only if that's what you'd want. I mean, you might have to properly ask but..." I looked at him and was going to speak again but before I could he did. "Pretty lady, will you be my girlfriend?" I smiled at him, "Of course. But be patient with me please." He smiled, "Always." With that he kissed me lightly on the lips, then on the forehead.

That night was definitely one for the books. We spoke about random things. Completely enjoying each other's company. He ended up heading home pretty late, but made sure he let me know he'd swing by the following day. I had told him to text me once he got home. A good twenty minutes later he did. "Good night my pretty lady. I'll see you tomorrow." It made me blush and I quickly sent a response. How did I get so lucky? My feelings may have been a complete mess. But I knew I really liked him. I knew slowly but surely things would get better. I'm beginning to trust him. I'm still scared but every time we hang out or he's there for me, he cracks my walls some more. Maybe one day he'd break them completely. Maybe one day I'll be me again and be able to give him back everything he's given me. From comfort, to support, to love. Because I know one day I'll learn to love him. Because if I really like him now, imagine later. I went to bed that night with the biggest smile ever. It was the happiest I've been in a very long time.

The following morning I woke up to a bunch of cute texts. From good morning to how grateful he was that I was giving him a chance. A cute text about how he'd always do everything to keep me positive and happy. It was the cutest thing ever. Jacob never did any of that. I wasn't comparing them because Jacob could be the man that Luka was. But it's crazy how you think you are so lucky to have someone love you and you love them for three years but things seemed better than they really were. I guess Jacob fell out of love if that's possible and chose to love my best fiend. Yet Luka has only known me for about three and a half months and has tried everything to keep me up.