The next morning I woke up and I was nervous. I looked over, across the room at Michael. He appeared to still be sleeping. I stared up at the ceiling for awhile, lying in bed, wondering what we would get up to. Wondering how we would respond to one another. What we would be like now that things were officially "real."

I had met him and what I felt was confirmed. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and it was just a matter of getting acquainted, used to one another, and then it would all be as it should be