Last year, May 15th was a Sunday. I remember that weekend well. I was out with friends on Friday night, the 13th, for a dance lesson, then dinner and drinks. Saturday was my friend's little sister's wedding in NH and I ended up spending the night at my parents house.
Then on Sunday, I had a date that night. He had wanted to go out earlier, but I had plans all weekend already. I remember that the Monday before I had emailed him for the first time, then we were on the phone on Tuesday and already had plans for a date. We were on the phone a lot that week too.
I knew we had tons in common but I wasn't sure. I was on the fence, but just going with it.
Now, here we are, a full year later. I woke up in his arms this morning. He wasn't feeling well all weekend and we were arguing yesterday morning. I wanted to take him to the hospital but he wouldn't go. He finally texted me during the day that he went on his own. Come to find out, he has an ulcer. I have never seen him in so much pain.
I was so worried about him yesterday. I left work a little early to go to his house. I let out his dog, made him take some Pepto, gave him some water and put him back in bed. On my way home, I stopped and dropped off his prescription, flew home, got ready, then headed off to do my running group.
It was weird and I was on the fence about it, but I called his parents to let them know. He had talked to them when he first got home from the hospital but I had talked to him around the same time and he was really difficult to understand. He was just out of it and in a lot of pain.
His mom was really grateful that I called and had gone over there. I let her know I took care of the dog, dropped off the prescription and was going to head back in a bit. She asked me if I was spending the night. Weird, but yes, I told his Italian mom that yes, I was spending the night at her son's house.
She thanked me for being there for him and taking care of him. She told me I could call her if I needed anything. And I told her the same, if she couldn't get him, she could call me.
I was really scared though. I have never seen him like that. I have never seen him in so much pain and I was SO worried about him. I love him so much and it just really really scared me. He's still in pain and still not great. He was home in bed when I left his house this morning, but he is better today than he was yesterday.
I'll be back over there tonight and making sure he's okay.
So, it has been a year. And here I am. Completely in love and scared something was going to happen to him. I don't know what the future holds, but I know I love him and I want to be with him.
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