Two weeks had passed since our first kiss. One week had passed since we started dating. Our friends teased Harin and I but were overall happy for us. Some claimed they predicted we'd end up together. Not much had really changed between us, except we held hands, kissed and cuddled now. I loved our nightly talks more since we had been more open since starting a relationship.

We got personal, talking about our dreams and weird fantasies. I never thought that dating your best friend could also be devastating at times. We knew too much, overshared and would be hurt by secrets kept from each other. We mostly had good times anyway. One day I had gone over to Harin's and we had a movie marathon. I couldn't help but feel intoxicated by his scent as we cuddled. A part of me felt he did it on purpose. I had asked about it but he never told me. It became more obvious when he wore it whenever we had marathons.

There was a time when he wore it out on a date. I asked him about that and his answer was "I felt like it". We went on plenty of dates to places, something low key like a picnic or high thrill like an amusement park. We did sometimes go out and play a bit of sports. Neither of us were good at them, so it made it funnier. Harin really was the one for me. He knew me better than I knew myself and vice versa.

Sometimes it scared us how well we knew each other and it came to a point we had to draw a line. The first two months were the best times of my life dating Harin. If I could, I'd love to relive them.