I love you.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

please take your seats and make yourself feel comfortable as the show begins. This is about a young couple who said I love you to each other for the first time, so get ready for a little cheesy romance.

Peter and I had half-year anniversary and talked about how to celebrate it but couldn't figure out how, because, you see, we can't really get some time alone at my place, where we were going to be for the weekend, because of my older, and very modest and chaste, sister. - And, you see, Peter and I like to enjoy each other. Loudly. And all you people who are reading this and who are sexually active knows that an orgasm is a lot better when you can just scream your lungs out instead of just holding it in.

Anyways, we even tried to find a cheap Hotel, but that was nowhere to find in Copenhagen. The cheapest we found was about 3-400 DKK. But then my guardian angel angel came to me at Wednesday, November 30 and reminded me that my friend Kristoffer had to play his first gig on Friday, December 2, which was Peter's and my half-year anniversary, and he just moved in with my two girl friends Katja and Amanda who were going to see him play in Roskilde. I asked Katja if we perhaps could borrow their flat for that night since they were going to Kristoffer's gig. "Of course, let's meet up tomorrow and you'll get the key!". So we met at Katja's foster father's place, smoked some fags, had a little chat and some fun and I went home.

Okay, I'll get to the point...

I picked up Peter at the main station at 5 p.m. and we decided just to go to the flat right away, though Amanda and Katja would still be there, but that was alright, Peter had not seen them for a while so they had a chance for a chat before they put on their boots and went to Roskilde.

Since Peter and I hadn't seen each other for three weeks, we decided to run into Katja's and Kristoffer's room and get jiggy (ha ha). We started out with "normal" sex, a little snuggle, some oral sex and then a nice snuggle again afterwards. Peter said that he wanted to say it. I told him to tell me what he really felt, deep inside, 'cause I know he'd say it and I was ready for it. I already thought about telling him in that weekend and he did as well, apparently. He took a deep breath a couple of times and then looked me straight into my eyes. "I love you," he said (just in Danish, you know) and as he said it, I got a lump in my throat. I closed my eyes and could just feel the happiness and the love all over my body. It felt like my first kiss or when you lost your virginity. It felt like when you were a little kid and got exactly(!!!) what you wanted for Christmas or your birthday. It felt like I was sitting at a plane, that it was about to take off and I was going to explore the world, with Peter of course. It was an indescribable feeling. I was so close to... no, I cried. One or two tears. Tears of happiness, of course. It was so beautiful, you cannot believe it. I opened my eyes and said "I love you too," and I repeated after a few seconds "I love you... I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you!" I tell you I couldn't stop. After telling him that one time, I felt like telling him all the time. I felt and still feel like now, to tell him every day til my last day. I love him. And we just lay there with our arms around each other, loving each other. Oh my... so beautiful! Then we made some love and went to the living room and watched El Dorado and The Prince of Egypt and drank a Monster Energy. We had some more sex and waited for the our friends to come back home which was at 3-4 a.m. Which meant we were home at about 5 a.m.. And so we did, and so we snuggled some more.

And I love you so...

2nd December 2011