It just came out of nowhere.
Daniel and I were sitting on the park bench and he seemed nervous about something. I tried to get him to talk about what was on his mind, but he was being stubborn and shrugging me off. I was content to lean my head on his shoulder and admire the sights, but he kept on fidgeting and motioning like he wanted to badly say something. Finally, I got irritated with him and turned around demanding that he spit out whatever it was he wanted to say.
He looked at me for a moment and then finally blurted it out. “Do you want to move in together?” he asked.
For a moment, I was stunned. I hadn’t expected the question and I just stared at him dumbly as he apprehensively looked at me. Then, out of nowhere, I burst into tears and wet his shoulder. He awkwardly held me, looking down at me with a crestfallen expression on his face and apologized for asking the question.
I shook my head and looked up at him and he saw that I was laughing, not crying. “Of course I’ll move in with you!” I shouted, still crying as I kissed him again and again. Recovering from his own shock, he started laughing too. When we’d both finally gotten over our emotional outbursts, we sat down and started talking about the future.
We’ll be holding a Halloween party this year for Sally, Marc, Suzie and a bunch of our other friends and Daniel’s parents will be attending as well. This will be just a week after we have our harvest party with them and that means that before the end of the month I’ll have two more intimate chances to get to know them better.
I asked him whether he was still taking his Provillus and he admitted that he was. He said that he was afraid to stop taking it because he didn’t want his hair to start falling out again. I told him that I knew exactly how he felt and that I had been chewing on the thought for about two months now. We’ve decided that we’re going to keep on using Provillus at least for the near future, just because neither of us are experiencing any side effects and the cost of the bottles themselves are trivial in comparison to the great effects that it has on us.
It seems that with Daniel and me moving in together, the end of my life’s recovery is complete. My love life and work life are both progressing and they have both hit the point where I feel completely comfortable. The man that I love is going to be waking up next to me everyday for the rest of my life now and I no longer have to worry that if I roll around a lot at night that my pillow’s going to be covered with hair when I get up in the morning. As far as I’m concerned, everything after this is just icing on the cake.
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