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Ashton and I have been dating about two weeks. That's such a short amount of time, but how long does it take before you're supposed to know when you've met the person you've been waiting for your whole life?
It's a huge statement, I know.
I tried to be logical about it, I tried to slow down. Even logically, I had plenty of reasons to be happy and satisfied being with him above anyone else I've dated. Last night the logic was overtaken by the emotions that we'd both tried to slow. He told me he loved me. It was a slip of the tongue, but he meant it, as he explained. He and I have both been trying to fight back words that have never come that easily to either of us before for over a week now. I've always been the emotional sort, the kind to rush things, and figure out how to handle the details later. When feelings started flooding in with him, I tried to close the floodgates. It was more than usual, faster than usual, but I tried to slow it down. It was fast, too fast. It was too soon to talk about the way I felt. We crept into discussions about these things, and we both always agreed on how we were feeling, and, inevitably, one of us would say 'but we have plenty of time' or something to that effect, and the subject would change. It was easier that way.
I love him, too, and I don't know how that's possible after 2 weeks. I criticized other people in the past for saying that too soon, and telling them they couldn't possibly feel that way... And here I am, sure as I am of my own first name that I love him. I don't know how this happened, but there's one thing the two of us agree on; Everything happens for a reason.