“Yeah, right here, just-” I pause, clearing my throat as I guide you to sit down on the couch next to me. I properly turn my body to face yours, exhaling deeply as I look at you with a small tight-lipped smile. At your beautiful eyes that are giving me that usual calm and soothing expression, this time with a bit of added curiosity.

We’ve been dating for a few months now and you’re my first serious relationship in…well, a long time.

I went through a phase where I had a lot of flings, one night stands, casual situations with no strings, and so on. Looking back, I actually think it had a lot to do with my own stress levels while being in the band under such draining management and an exhausting lifestyles.

Then I met you.

I knew what we had would be different the very first night we met. We just…understand each other. For hours we just talked and laughed. I don’t think we even kissed until the third or fourth date. That was new to me. This entire relationship has been constant new things for me, things just like this very moment.

Because I’m about to tell you that I love you for the first time.