Martin ended up spending the night. Everything was still so new that none of us both would believe it. We laughed it off, then we cried an awful lot. We finally fell asleep in my way too small bed, but at least he was forced to cuddle me in order to fit in.

I can say that walking through the school’s door this morning, hand in hand with Martin, was one of the proudest moments of my life. No one really seemed to understand what was going on, but meh, who cares. No one can break my little pink dreamy bubble.

Martin was forgiven by his coach and he could come back to the team. Once you get to know them, they’re not as terrible as I thought they were. We frequently hang out with Martin's team, but I mostly prefer the moments spent alone with Martin.

I can’t seem to get over how perfect my boyfriend is, and I don’t know if I ever will. However, I know that as longs as Martin’s the one holding my hand, nothing can get to me. We both don’t care what people may think, because we’re in this together. We could always get through everything as long as we were by each other’s side, and this time won't be any different.

Now’s the moment that any one of my novels would end, and I can almost see the “and they lived happily ever after” glimmering in big shiny letters above our heads. But life’s not that simple; it goes on. We’ll get our high and our low, our good and our bad moments. Sometimes we’ll fight, but we’ll also find our love for each other in every single day. Martin may even not be the men of my life, but right now that is no preoccupation to me as I can finally kiss the boy I’ve always dreamed of kissing.

~Fin~