Untitled, By Unknown

7: Communication Problems

Writing time: 2nd- 4th November 2016

'Dance dance, we're falling apart to half time.
Dance dance, and these are the lives you love to lead.
Dance, this is the way they'd love.
Dance, this is the way they'd love.
Dance, this is the way they'd love, if they knew how misery loved me.'
Dance Dance, Fall Out Boy, From Under The Cork Tree, 2005. Yeah, fuck love. Fuck it. And hope too. Fuck that. Fuck it all.

Friday. Oh god.

I knew the plans for the day; I knew the implied implications. Was I ready? Erm... I'll tell you afterwards.
I awoke to a delivery. He'd been saying for days that he'd sent me something, but it was taking ages to arrive. Obviously. But today was to be the day! To be honest, it was 'the day' for a lot of things. Few good.
(Actually, percentage wise, probably more good than bad. But in terms of the intensity, scope and future-altering, definitely more bad.)
The package was a tiny box of cardboard. As in, really tiny. About 10x10 centimetres, at a guess. I opened it (well, I was hardly just going to stare at it). Inside was an item trapped in even more cardboard, and a note, which stated:
'Thank you so much for putting up with me. I can't thank you enough. You're the best. You're perfect. I've got something to say but I'm too shy to say it in person.'
Right. I was intrigued. I carefully rippled apart the enclosed item to reveal a minuscule glass bottle with a note inside, sealed with a cork. After more effort than I'm willing to admit, I managed to remove the cork, unravel the note, and read it.
It read:
'I'm not good with words so I thought this would be more meaningful. I love everything about you. You make me so happy. I love you.'
Wow. In a word- wow. It had only been a few weeks- did he really feel this strongly about me already? Should I? Did I? I guess I did, but I don't think I could have said it- although to be fair, the fact he'd sent this meant he couldn't either. Immediately after recovering from the revelation, I messaged him with a picture of the opened gift and the message:
"Thank you so much. I love you too."
Honestly, this day could not have started any better unless he was already there. Of course, that factor was only a few hours away from becoming true, so I could hardly complain too much. But now- to get ready.

The bus to town. The bus to his. Him getting on the bus. The arrival at the final stop. The conversation. The laughter. The love. The bus back to town. The bus home- him by my side.
(And here.... we...go.)
First up, Monopoly. A strange beginning considering the evening planned, but enjoyable nonetheless. Of course, I thrashed him, despite his boasting of the skills he supposedly had in rolling a dice with the company of luck. Thank you, Free Parking. It was too bad, really. He'd promised to 'make it up to me' if I lost, though I had a feeling such compensation would not go to waste regardless of the victor.
(Ok, just stop there.)
Next, pizza. A positive factor in practically every scenario. It was Meat Feast (appropriate. [Sorry]). This continued to boost the evening towards a state of perfection- although the best was yet to come.
(Please, just stop.)
Then, the penultimate event. Netflix (This sounds so anticlimactic. Ironic [sorry- again]. Actually, pretty literal [sorry-I swear I'll stop now]). A comedy show, although a comedy of errors might have been more appropriate in retrospect. We were snuggled up against one another, so cosy and warm. Perfection had been reached.
(So why did we push it?)
For a moment, we looked at each other, and the connection was made. We began to kiss, an event that was interrupted somewhat by the hilarity of the comedian on screen behind us- it's probably not good to be laughing while making out, right? This was quickly altered to some less off-putting 'background noise' to elude suspicion from the downstairs parent. I still maintain this is the best use of Adam Sandler's film career- it's certainly better than trying to use it as entertainment. Having fixed this issue... we recommenced our activity.
(STOP!!)
No matter how much you want it, I'm not giving you a detailed description. This ain't that kind of movie. Instead, I'll list some.... let's call them highlights.