freaking him out…

Alright. I did it.  I went ahead and freaked the poor boy out.  I said the dreaded three words over the weekend.  I didn’t really mean to.  Well, maybe I meant to.  And yes, I realise its a bit too early for me to be saying it…but …. I mean, I don’t even know if I mean it.  Nevermind. I mean it.  In my own way.  I mean, it was the moment. We were just there, watching Pretty Woman, cuddling on the couch.  It was all very nice and romantic.  And it has been the first time in a really long time since I had someone who makes me feel so … good. I kind of just wanted to let him know how it made me feel and there really wasn’t any other way.  Ok. fine.  There ARE other ways.  Other words even.  But somehow those three words came blurting out. I’m an idiot.  His response?  “But we’ve only been seeing each other a couple of weeks.” *kick in stomach* But he didn’t run away. Just kept hugging me.  He still came to the party yesterday.  So that’s a good sign, right?  And I asked him yesterday too.  And tried to apologise. He said that yea, he was a little freaked. But he wasn’t going to run away. He realised I was just .. caught up in the moment.  I am officially an idiot.