“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
How would most women react to this line? Most would be happy, taken aback, pleasantly surpirised, ecstatic?
Then confusion would set in or maybe even shock or apprehension.
I, apparently, would react by rolling to and fro on the muddy terrace floor crying my eyes out.
But that’s exactly what happened when the Lieutenant blurted out that line last Monday, 2:30 in the morning.
I spluttered and choked over my coffee. Ended up crying and laughing at the same time.
Its been a week since then and it still hasn’t sunk in. I’m in a committed relationship with my best friend.
We spoke through most of the remaining night (or dawn?), and the realization that the feelings had been building up for quiet sometime was like a tight slap on our faces.
All of it is still a little difficult to believe and almost dream-like, probably because he’s not here physically, in front of me. Which I’m partially thankful for, since I’m pretty damn sure I would have fainted if he was.
Two and a half years of knowing each other and in a week I realize that I know absolutely nothing about him.