I laughed.Me:Why are you jealous?
Him: He got you before me, I’m jealous of them all.
I rolled my eyes.Me: He also had to share me, remember?
He shrugged as if that were inconsequential. Him: Not hard to see why, if I had to, I think I’d share you too.
I raised my eyebrows. Me: Oh would you? It wouldn’t bother you? Some boyfriend you are.
I gave him a playful shove, but he frowned.Him: I didn’t say it wouldn’t bother me, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it. It would hurt, but I don’t want to be away from you, Cynthia.
I blinked; surprised at the direction the conversation had suddenly taken.Me: Oh, well, that’s good, because I don’t want to be away from you either.
He laughed and pulled me towards him, kissing my hair gently.Him(murmuring): I love you.
That night, we crawled into the sleeping bags. I fell asleep safely enclosed in his arms, my face pressed against his chest.And we didn’t do anything, because all that mattered was that we were in love; we didn’t need to do anything more to prove it.