We decide to meet up at a park the next day as if it's not freezing outside at this point in the year. We're just fine, acting like the nearly below 0 temperature isn't bothering us. We both seem to be focused on something else, particularly, each other. Her cheeks are turning red the more I look at her, and I'm sure it's a mixture of a reaction to the cold weather and to being in this situation.

We didn't say much yesterday after that all happened, relying on flustered "goodbyes" and nervous smiles to get across how we felt about it. Today, I assume we'll be talking about it more rather than being awkwardly silent about confessing our feelings to each other.

I decide to stand closer to her, and she doesn't move away. Instead, she wraps her arm around mine so easily as if we're an established couple who has done this all before.

There's people hanging around in the area, but I don't mind. The only people I've ever wanted to hide my sexuality from is my parents, and they're not around. These strangers around us have their own lives to live.

I ask her what she thinks now about what happened, and she looks at me in confusion like I said something wrong. "What? Do you think I would change my mind?'

Maybe?

I don't say that out loud. Obviously. I tell her, "No, it's just that the the idea of me and the reality of me are different. I assume."

I probably sound dumb.

She doesn't look like I've said something stupid though, she simply tells me, "don't be silly. Getting to kiss you was one of the best things I've ever gotten to experience. Can I kiss you again now?"

I nod, and she kisses me with such sweetness that takes me back to yesterday's event. I'm holding her hand, and we're caught in another picture perfect moment. I could stand here in the cold for forever. We ultimately decide to seat on a wooden bench a few steps away that's almost taken over by a thin sheet of ice but leaves us enough space to be close to each other.

I finally ask her something that I can't stop absolutely daydreaming about. "What does yesterday mean for us? Are we friends?"

She giggles like a child at that foolish question, and says, "you're being so silly today. I don't think friends make out with each other."

She still doesn't answer my first question though, so I ask her again, "so, what does it mean for us?"

She shrugs, and responds with a clever, " What do you think that makes us?"

"I know what I want but I don't want to assume that what I want is what you want because what I want may be different than what you want"

So many words are coming out of my mouth, it's hard to filter myself.

"And what is it that you want me to want?" She questions.

She's incredibly talented at avoiding things.

I give in.

"I want you to want to be my girlfriend."

She makes the biggest smile I've ever seen on her in that moment, and I know that I've done the right thing.

"And I want you to be my girlfriend," she tells me with that grin still present on her face.

It's all I've ever wanted since I was young. 12 year old me would be screaming out loud and cheering if she knew about this and if she were here right now.

But I realize that she still is here. She's the reason why my bones became so strong and my mind became better at making hard decisions and handling everything in this world.

She's the one who fell in love with Delilah.

And she's the one who encourages me to stand up from that bench, jump on top of it and yell, "Delilah is my girlfriend! Delilah is my girlfriend! Delilah is my girlfriend!"

Delilah laughs as she asks me what I'm doing, but I yell that statement out another time to make it clear to everyone around us that I'm dating someone. The most perfect person on this messed up planet.

I finally sit back down, surprising myself at how I manage not to slip on the ground. Several people stare at us before our 15 seconds of fame fade into dust. Their glares mainly seem to be out of annoyance about the loud noise interrupting the comfortable quiet rather than out of any homophobia.

"I can't believe you just did that," Delilah tells me.

And for half a second, I wonder if she thinks I'm incredibly weird for doing that but her excited face says otherwise. I've surprised her already. It's not something she would have expected from the girl I was 4 years ago.

I think I like surprising her. And I think I'd like to keep surprising her.

I hold her hand again, and I face her as I proudly say my next words.

"So, girlfriend, what would you like to do today?"

"To start off, girlfriend, I am dying to get out of here and go somewhere that's warm. I feel like my coat wasn't even meant to endure this type of weather."

The black jacket she's wearing does seem like it's lived through its fair share of years, and I know I can't last out here much longer either. I tell her, "then let's get out of here."

We both seem content with leaving this decision to make later once we make our way out of the trails in this park. We narrowly avoid our deaths after we both slip on the ice but manage to stay standing as we hold onto each other.

If one of us were to have gone down, we both would have gone down.