Forget the Things We Swore We Meant

Everything was better now. I had Brendon. No one suspected anything which worked out for Brendon. No one noticed our secret glances. Or simple touches. No one noticed.

When we were alone, we weren't awkward like before. We let loose our passion. I loved Brendon so much. I wanted to show him that as much as I humanly could. It was the same for Brendon. He'd whisper his love for me into my ear as we held onto each other tightly, worried that if we let go, we'd lose everything. I was always afraid I'd lose Brendon. This all seemed too good to be true. But it was true. It was really happening.

"Ryan," Brendon said. We were laying in my bed, Brendon's arms wrapped around me. "You awake?"

"Yeah," I said.

"I think I'm ready to tell them," Brendon said. I shifted in Brendon's arms so that I could see his face.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," Brendon said. I smiled before kissing him gently.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too Ry," Brendon said, kissing me again. I snuggled against him, ready for sleep.