Over the past 3 months, I've learned the true meaning of patience.

Don't get me wrong, I can take it, it's just an adjustment from who I was before I met you. But you're worth it. I know it's only been a short time that we've been seeing one another, but I'm sure. It's different with you.

Someone or something hurt you in your past, you still haven't told me. I'm being patient. But that means that when it comes to relationships, you tend to move slower than usual. Much slower than I'm used to at least. But I'm being patient.

In the beginning, I'll admit, I was a bit pushy. I didn't understand why or just how slow you wanted to take this. And why I still don't fully understand why, just some major inferring, I've definitely calmed down. I move at whatever pace you set, even if it's hard. You know that I'm willing to take however long for you to give yourself to me completely, but you seem to have a hard time believing it.

It's frustrating sometimes, but again... I'm being patient.

"I was just trying to say you look nice," I speak calmly, despite your previous outburst. You had thought that I was somehow being condescending. Who did this to you?

We're going out tonight for our 3-month anniversary so I think you're just a little on edge. You think because of the milestone that I'll be expecting something from you. And while I can't say that I'm not hoping for maybe a little more than a kiss, I'm letting you take the lead.

I take a step in your direction, my hands hesitantly wrapping around your waist. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight. Let's just have fun, yeah?"