Yes it's true (part 3)

When I first began writing this story, I had no intention of breaking it into parts. However, I quite like the suspense that builds with each retelling of all the little details. Plus, who wants to sit and read about my love story for an hour straight? ;)

If you've missed any of this, you can catch up here (part 1) and here (part 2)

So where was I?... Ah yes, broken-hearted. Definitely a problem, for sure. As all of this had come out of the blue. I had no idea that my world would be turned upside down in just a matter of a few weeks. I went from preaching that I was totally fine on my own to on the verge of falling head over heels in love with someone who was loving me back even faster than I was falling myself!

After that first day spent apart, we began a streak of seeing each other so many consecutive days in a row that I started counting the days we hadn't seen each other *grin*

On day 15 he said to me, "Is it too soon to say I love you?" And while I was surprised to hear those words come out of his mouth, I smiled so wide if I'd left it that way, my face would have hurt! I told him, "no, not if you mean it..." And we did.

Who ever said there was a time limit on love anyways? There was no question in my heart that I loved him. I felt, socially, that our time-line was progressing at a dangerous speed, but there were no red flags other than what I felt other people were thinking. And I've definitely never been one to change my mind based soley on other people's judgements.

When I would sit and pray and still my heart before the Lord, I felt so much peace. No apprehension, no laying awake so long at night my stomach began to hurt, no unrest at the fact that the tight grasp I had maintained on my heart was loosening just enough to let someone else have a chance to see it...

The only part about it all that made me apprehensive was the fact that people around me would joke about marriage, when I felt completely unable to joke with Steve about it. It wasn't a joke to me... I mean, girls get laughs out of implicating themselves and others in "perfect relationships" and projecting their thoughts onto friends of what their weddings will look like, but for the first time in my life, I had no desire to do any of that with my friends. If I was going to talk marriage, I wanted to talk to him... which is most definitely, a good thing :)

After a whole 3 weeks of dating, we sat down and had *the* conversation about marriage. Neither of us saw or felt any reason to remain in the transition of dating indefinitely and decided that we would keep moving forward in our relationship regardless of what the time-line looked like.

The morning after that conversation, I told Melissa that she could talk to him about ring shopping... to which my response came from Steve in a text message saying something like, "I'm getting a 4 page text from Melissa right now lol!" Oh Melissa... :)

to be continued...