So for weeks now I’ve been wrestling with the idea of telling my boyfriend that I love him. We’ve been dating for like two and a half months and only official for one and a half, but I fell in love with him so quickly! Was it too early to tell him?

I’m 27 and I had been in love before. I nearly married a guy a few years back and when he broke my heart I didn’t think I could ever really love anyone again, certainly not as much as I loved him. I dated another guy for a year after that and it was fine, but I broke it off because I just didn’t feel like I loved him as much as I think we both deserved.

On a whim (and because I like sex) I got on the dating apps about six months after the break-up (although I kinda knew the relationship was over a couple months after it started, I was just in denial).

There was one hopeful that ghosted on me and then a few boring people who I honestly didn’t even feel like giving the time to go out to coffee with.

I gave up for a little bit and went back for a day and found this guy that went to my alma mater, but I didn’t actually know him (my school was TINY, so this was actually weird). We messaged a bit and he seemed really funny and sweet and I decided I would actually go on a date with him and give him a chance.

We went to the zoo and pretty early in the date I knew I wanted to kiss him, but a good opportunity never arrived. Looking for my opportunity like

We went on a second date and he (kind of awkwardly) created an opportunity for us to kiss and when we went to see Black Panther afterwards I have never experienced such a sexually-charged hand-holding session.

Date three we spent the day together watching movies and cuddling and I just wanted to jump his bones so bad, but I had just started my period and I didn’t want our first time to be blood-soaked. We started getting a little hot n heavy and I stopped him and said “Can I tell you something sexy and something not-so-sexy?” and he got wide-eyed and said “Yeah, sure!” and I just look him straight in the eyes and say “I would very much like to have sex with you.” Dramatic pause as he looks at me, mouth gaping. “I am also on my period.” He stares for a moment and says “Ok, well, maybe this isn’t sexy, uhhh but... I don’t care if you don’t.” And that’s how I had some amazing period sex.

This was particularly wonderful because my most recent ex lasted about five minutes max and never ever came close to making me orgasm. I had actually forgotten that sex could be fun. So this was a fantastic evening for me.

I’ve been falling for him since date one and I even asked on here what I should do. If it was too early. If I should let him say it first. And I decided I was gonna do it. If I love him, I should tell him.

Since our first date there has not been a single weekend we have not spent together and he lives about an hour away. This past weekend was a big reunion at our school that I was so excited to go to with him. I knew that this would be the perfect time and place to tell him!

Then I got mono. If you don’t know mono, it is hell. True and awful hell. I’ve had mono for over a month now and I was determined to be better in time for this trip to our old college to have fun and tell him that I love him, but mono kicked me straight in the guts and I couldn’t go. I cried all weekend.

Until Sunday! He decided he would “stop by on his way home” (which is an hour out of his way) to check in on me. Right before he arrived I started vomiting a lot and he showed up and dived right in to taking care of me. He held me and rubbed my back as I crouched over the toilet and he brought me water and told me about his weekend to keep me distracted.

He just about carried me to my bed, kissed my gross mouth without a care for how bad I know my breath was at that point and held me and pet my hair and back and brought me Gatorade and water as I sobbed because I was so miserable and he was so sweet.

After the really bad nausea had passed we were sitting on my bed and he just looks at me and says “I wanted to tell you this at [our school], or earlier today, but you were so sick it seemed like the wrong time...” and I just immediately started kissing him and tearing up a bit and pulled away realising I hadn’t actually let him say it and stared at him grinning like a fool and he laughs at me and says “well, anyway... I love you.”

And once again I just start kissing him a bunch and smiling and crying a bit and I realise that I didn’t say anything and stop just long enough to say “I love YOU!” and keep kissing him more.

Finally he just looks at me and asks “how long have you known?” and I laugh, a little embarrassed and just say “I’ve known that I’ve loved you for a good bit.” And he asked why I hadn’t said anything and all I could say was “I was scared.”

He smiled at me and gently kissed me and said “me too. Weren’t we just the silliest to be scared?”

And I just looked at him with tears in my eyes and said “I love you. I’m not scared anymore.”

And then we had the laziest most chill (yet still super-romantic) sex session of all time so as not to disturb my stomach too much.

And about half an hour later I was barfing again.

So not the romance I was hoping for, but real life romance for sure.