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Today, July 15th, was Derrick and I's fourth month as a couple. I drew him a picture, and he wrote me a letter. I guess I'll show my picture first:
The finished product. :3

Close in of the people.

The three bubbles of words read as follows.
Top: "...When you return, the cosmos will be obliterated into millions of pieces around us."
Middle: ""...Just know that I'll be thinking of you all night and day. I love you."
Bottom: "...No matter what happens, you and I will never end. NEVER."

Those were all parts of texts that Derrick has recently sent me. My favorite ones, actually.

And this is the letter he wrote me:

"Katelyn,

You and I have something so so so much better and greater than can ever be explained on paper with pen, parchment with quill, sidewalk with chalk, cave with rock; anything you can name. My attempt to convey my love for you through words is futile, for it grows ever on, stronger, until words and actions hold no understanding of how much I feel for you.
Katie, you are the blossom of my tree, the Spring of my year, the ray of my sun, the hot sauce of my chicken, even!
Four months... gotta be honest... isn't long enough! 1/3 of a year. Doesn't sound like much to the ear but it's felt amazing to the heart. Time with you is the most wonderful feeling. Like flying without wings, dreaming without sleeping.
Katie, you make me the happiest guy in all the world and I can't thank you enough. I have naught in my hands, but I can promise you time; my heart belongs to you forever. I am yours, Katie.

Love,
Derrick L. Jones."

He truly has the most amazing way with words... I wonder how I was lucky enough to find him. ... It doesn't matter. He's mine, and I am his.

I loved the way he just held me today. Around the waist, around my shoulders... It was nice. I felt warm, secure; wanted. Its an amazing feeling. And before he left, I gave him a hug; I lingered on it... He did too. He didn't wanna let me go, not that I minded. We can't kiss each other in front of my dad, but he still managed to kiss my forehead, and whisper "I love you".
I love it when he kisses my forehead. It lets me know that he loves me; truly loves me. If it was all kisses on the lips, then it might be the lust. But he kisses me on the forehead and cheeks as much as he does on my lips, so I know its something more than lust.

I still remember what he said the day he confessed that he loved me. He was living with me at the time, and it was cold that night-- erm, morning. Freezing cold. I woke up with no blankets, just a hoodie. He was sleeping on the floor, with the really warm blankets. I watched him sleep. My eyes flickered to the T.V occasionally, but I was enticed with the way his face was when he slept; so peaceful. Happy, almost.
Next thing I know, his eyes are staring into mine. He looked worried. I was shaking horribly still... So cold. So, I threw my pillow next to him, and got on the floor besides him. I thought the body heat from him might hit me...
He pulled me under the blanket; gave me most of it, actually. He kept his hands on my arms, moving them up and down quickly; creating friction to keep me warm.
At some point, though, his hands stop rubbing my arms, and one of his hands found my face. His fingers gently caressed my cheek. They shook constantly. My trembling fingers found his face, and I began to caress his cheek. Then his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, his lips... He did the same.
His body started sharking as well. His breathing was uneven, when he inhaled, his chest even shook. His hand had just caressed my cheek again when he moved his lips, and whispered to me "You're so beautiful."
I hid my face, scared of blushing. I shook my head...
He chuckled and continued to talk, trying to break the tension. "I'm shaking really badly... But I'm not cold."
I laughed too. "Maybe you're nervous."
He just nodded. He kept caressing my cheek. "... Katie. I really like you..."
"... I... I like you too, Derrick. ... A lot."
He hugged me. After that, I think I had fallen asleep.

Derrick and I had actually talked about that night a little while ago. He told me he was scared that night. Because he wanted to tell me how he felt, but that he was petrified to confess, only to be rejected.
He also said that while he was on the floor, looking at me, he was really worried because of how violently I shook. He said that the longer he watched me shake from the cold, the more he wanted to lay on the couch with me, to keep me warm. "I wouldn't do that, though. I don't want you to be like, 'Ew, you freak! Go away!'."

Derrick and I have had a lot more... interesting things, too. Hahah. Maybe I'll post them tomorrow.
But, for now, I'm kinda tired. I'm hoping Derrick will call me... But I can't be sure. He'll call me tomorrow. We rarely go 24 hours without talking. :3
I'm gonna go to my room, and read this letter again, along with the other one he wrote me.

Derrick, happy 4 months. Thank you for being a huge part of my life; for protecting and saving me; for guarding and caring for my heart. I love you. Can't wait to hear your voice again.