This next part in my story, Alex, is a night you remember very well. Yet, I still feel that you should hear it from my point of view, so, here it is: April 15.

I knew I was having a panic attack the minute my whole body started shaking and the walls caved in around me. I sat on my bed, my chest feeling so heavy, I thought my lungs would be crushed. Then, came the sobs so heavy, I shook even more. I couldn’t tell what triggered me, but whatever it was, it must’ve been really small for me to not have noticed. But, not small enough if it was capable of making me feel like this. Like everything was crashing down around me. Like I wasn’t even me.
As I sat on the ground, with my head in my hands, hyperventilating with tears streaming down my cheeks in a never-ending claim of misery; I remembered what you told me. If I needed someone, I should call you. And, oh dear, god did I need you.
The second you heard my sobs, you knew. “I’ll be there in five minutes,” You said, hanging up. That’s what I love the most about you, Lex. That you just knew.
That night, you held me and let my tears stain your shirt. We sat against my bed, my head buried in your shoulder. You stroked my back and told me everything was going to be fine, that I was going to be fine. After a while, I began to believe you. I stopped shaking, and once I fully calmed down, I slowly pulled away and wiped my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, feeling guilty.
“You have no reason to be,” You replied, looking at me with those soft brown eyes. I shook my head.
“Well, I figure you wouldn’t want to be spending your Friday night with a crying teenage girl,” I chuckled, finding myself hilariously pitiful. You let out a breathy laugh and put a finger under my chin, tilting my head until our eyes met.
“Oh, Hannah, when will you realize you’re so much more than just a teenage girl?” You muttered. My breath caught in my throat as you leaned forward until your lips met mine. And, that, my dear Alex, was the moment I knew that you practically owned me.
We pulled away from the kiss, your finger still under my chin. I looked up at you, as if you just moved heaven and Earth. And in that moment, I could’ve sworn you did. “Be my girlfriend,” You whispered, your hand gracing my cheek. “Please.”
“Yes,” I whispered, kissing you again. “Yes.”
You were mine, Lex. And I was yours. I remember how after you asked me to be yours, we spent the rest of the night just talking about nothing and everything all at once. I remember how your eyes lit up when you told me about your love for writing and music. How your voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket. How I felt so safe just knowing you were there...
I remember, Alex. I remember.

Notes

Fuck yeah.