One summer night two years ago, a girl and a boy were both in their respective houses, texting each other into the late hours of the morning. The two had been friends for a few years and these late night texts were nothing out of the ordinary. Except that from the girl's perspective, she loved these conversations more than anything else because she had a huge crush on this boy ever since they were in middle school.
She loved everything about him: his humor, his music, his douchiness, and most importantly, that he liked talking to her. She'd lived a life of being independent and didn't spend too much time making bonds with people, much less boys. He was the first boy she ever really liked.
That night, things changed. It was getting to be around 2 AM and the two started diving into a much more personal conversation about how the one would rate the other person's looks. Eventually, he realized that she liked him and she felt the need to be completely honest with him and she told him how she felt.
She told him everything.
Afterward, he told her that he did like her in the past. And that he still kind of did. This made her the happiest she'd felt in a long time. This was also a new feeling for her, for she finally was fulfilling a long time aspiration of hers. The clock ticked on, and the two kept going back and forth, back and forth.
What if they screw up? They lose their friendship.
She was afraid. But while the fear did caution her, she didn't care. The girl knew exactly what she wanted. The boy did some thinking, because in the end, it was his call. This was new for him. New for both of them, really.
He asked her to be his girlfriend.
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