Still the Plan

He held my hand on the first date, kissed me on the second.He saw me drunk on Halloween, met my family at Thanksgiving and spent Christmas morning at my house. Four months into it, we moved in together, just me him and the dog.
I would like to say we fell in love slowly, carefully, but love doesn’t work like that does it? It rushes you into declarations made on a lazy Saturday morning after a long night of too much whiskey. It spirals your life into a whirlwind that somehow makes perfect sense and drops you into the middle of a chaos that you happily partake in.
I think I was a goner by the end of that first weekend trip. I remember watching him on the way home and I wasn’t thinking:
‘I wonder if this is going to work out’
I was thinking:
‘I could see myself marrying him someday.’
That’s still the plan.
