I realized that I loved him late one night. March 2008. Watching a movie. Sipping a red way past its prime. We had just attempted our second first date -- sushi.

I sat there nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the ferocious pounding in my chest. And after four years of friendship, I didn't just want him to kiss me, I wanted him to want me. And he did.

This August, he asked me to share my life with him. I, of course, agreed! After knowing him eight years, I'm still surprised when I must remind my heart to be still.

--By Ryan from This Must Be The Place


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