I quit my job. I left my home. I got on a plane and flew across the country because I was falling in love. Romantic? Insane? Yeah.

But somehow I knew it would be okay. And when I got here we kissed and we laughed and we just stared at each other, laying in bed for hours and smiling.

For weeks I didn’t tell him how I felt because I was afraid of something ridiculous. I wasn’t afraid of moving thousands and thousands of miles away and quitting the first job I’d ever enjoyed since being able to work, but I was afraid he would say nothing when I told him that I loved him.

The other day was the first time I said it. I cried. I stumbled over the words and finally… I said it. And he did. And now I’m so incredibly happy. We’re both happy.

Isn’t he cute?