This is the fourth in a series of post I’m calling “My Little Love Story” read it from the beginning here.

The night ends too quickly as it has before. He anxiously asks me out for the next night, “Want to go out tomorrow night?” Of course I say yes, and we begin determining what it is we can do, finally deciding to go “bowling”. I have a blast again. I can’t wait to see him again.

The next week we talk on the phone constantly. I just can’t seem to get enough of his voice. Early in the week we make plans for the weekend. His parents want to meet me, would I come to his house for dinner. Of course, after all I’ve already met the brother, why not the ‘rents?

Dinner the next Friday is fun, his mom makes spaghetti, it tastes just like my grandmother’s. I chat with his parents like I’ve known them my whole life. We leave there to go on another “drive”. It has become “our thing”. I begin to think there is definitely something in store for our future.

But just what is it? Find out more tomorrow.

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