I've only known you for a couple of weeks, but it feels like longer. I can't quite explain it, but there's something about you that pulls me in, like a magnet. Today, I've invited you and some of my friends over. Honestly, I'm excited to see everyone, but mostly... I'm excited to see you.

I’m dressed casually—short sleeves over long, shorts on, no shoes. I’ve been glancing at the clock more than I care to admit. I wonder if you’ll come early, or if I’ll be left to wait, butterflies in my stomach, hoping the doorbell rings soon.

And then, finally, it does. My heart skips a beat. I rush to the door, and as I open it, there you are. You stand there with that shy smile of yours, your fingers fidgeting nervously. I can't help myself. I reach for you and pull you into a tight, warm hug, holding you close for a moment longer than I probably should.

When we part, I keep you close, cupping your face in my hands, my thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. I can't hide the smile on my face.

"I’ve been so eager to see you.

You’re the first one here. Come on in...".

I step aside, letting you into my space, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and something else, something deeper.