On our very first date something strange happened. I kept wanting to touch him. We'd literally just met but I made excuses to be close to him, to touch his hands etc - text book/women's mag stuff that I just couldn't help doing. At the end of the night, he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek - I melted.
I'd NEVER experienced such lust in all my life!
2 months later, we're still together going from strength to strength and during a convo with a mate she asked "do you love him?" I thought about it for a few seconds and then said "I don't know". She said "that's a no then, if you did, you'd know."
Now we've been together 4 months and we've just spent the day shopping. We laughed over silly stuff, ran through the busy car park clutching each other's hand and made plans for Christmas in the car on the way back. I'm just sat here thinking about him and it hit me like a train - I DO love him. I know I do. And the most pathetic thing about it is, despite being in my 30s, I've never loved anyone like this before.
He treats me brilliantly, he's lovely and affectionate - but he's never said he loves me (well, he has said it jokingly - he said he was in love with me when he saw me play piano and he said he loved me when he saw me use his shoe as a drinks stand) but he's never said it properly.
In 4 weeks time, we're going to Ireland for the weekend on a romantic break. Do I tell him I love him?? what if he doesn't say it back?? is it best left unsaid?
The truth is, discovering I love him has scared me to hell because if ever it was to go tits up, it's going to hurt like a bitch isn't it?