I sit on our picnic blanket, staring up at the stars on
the top of a moonlit hill. That's right, this scenario
couldn't be any cheesier. I curl my knees up to my chest
and wrap my arms around them, trying to keep out the
cold. Paul slides over and wraps his arms around me to
warm me up, and I snuggle into him. I love his hugs.
Hell, everyone loves his hugs. He's just the
most huggable person alive. "So much has changed since
the wedding dress incident," he says softly, and I
smile.
Yeah, everything has changed since then. At least it has for Paul and I, and for my now ex-boyfriend. It's been months now, and we haven't spoken. Paul plants a kiss on my head. "I can't believe you left him for me."
I can't help but flinch a little bit. Him... when we first got together, he treated me so good. He wanted to be with me forever. And I wanted to be with him forever. Everything was perfect, but then he changed. He started drinking all the time, and he'd come home smelling like a mixture of bourbon and sex. Still, he insisted I was the only one for him, and I believed him, up until one night, when I was sitting alone in my hotel room, crying my eyes out, and Paul came to me. And he just held me. He just held me and told me that everything was going to be okay, that I deserved better, that no one should treat me that way.
And then we kissed, and while I realized I was breaking a heart, it felt like I was repairing my own. I'd had trouble finding my place all my life, but when Paul kissed me, I knew where I belonged at last. And I knew that he would never hurt me the way he did. "Well, I did, Paul-bear, and I'm glad."
He presses his lips to my jaw. "I'm glad too."
Just to make everything even cheesier and more romantic, I spot a shooting star at that very moment. "Hey, Paul," I point at the sky, "check it out."
He grins his big beautiful grin. "Make a wish."
I shake my head. "I've got nothing left to wish for," I turn to face him, "I love you, Paul."
His grin broadens and he kisses my lips softly. "Love you too, Chris."