For the first time in many years I am looking forward to Valentines. I've known Nathan for many years and we have spent many Valentines together as friends just hanging out wishing we had boyfriends. Neither one of us can believe what has happened.
How is it that you know someone for a decade, with no hint of liking each other, and then one day you find yourself falling in love. It's happened to Nathan and me. Everyday my love grows stronger for him. I think about him so much. Colleagues at work notice the change.
It's just half an hour before midnight of the first day of February. Nathan is racing over here because he wants to be with me at the very minute the clock strikes twelve and then wake up with me tomorrow morning. Jeff said he has every day of the fourteen days of this month planned out, each day more romantic than the next. He wasn't supposed to tell but Jeff can't keep a secret. Normally this type of thing would freak me out, I would feel smothered, but now I love watching him get so excited about it. He is like a little boy with me.
He does these things that seem so simple but are so fucking romantic. The other day he prepared a bath for us, with just a few rose pedals, in this big old claw foot tub I have. We were sitting opposite each other. He breaks out into song, trying to be all romantic. He knows he can't sing but he doesn't care. He belts it out, singing into the soap and inserting my name into the song. He is comfortable with me, with us and shows his true self to me always. That's what I love about him.