I've fallen totally and hopelessly in love with one of my fellow teaching interns, from now on I think I'll call her Bella. I felt creepy for falling so hard in less than 12 weeks since meeting her but I already envision myself having babies with her and living peacefully til old age. I'm slowly finding out that she feels pretty much the same way except that she is planning to marry the boyfriend that she lives with about the time I plan to marry darling. I'll call this boyfriend of hers Bear, as that's what she calls him. Bella has told Bear that she wants to raise a family with me (and him and Darling but somehow those two seemed secondary at the moment to her).
One day a few weeks ago, I saw her at the bus stop. I decided to sneak up on her since I always wait for the bus with her. She was nearly in tears on the phone with Bear. I heard her say, "I miss my buddy!" I knew she meant me. I tapped her and she was so excited to see me, she nearly hung up on Bear. She invited me back to her apartment and gave me ice cream cake. That woman knows my weakness! I knew she really liked me, but I thought it ended there. I was disappointed.
Last night, Bella called to dish about who we thought was cute in our classes. We agreed on the hotness of the physics guys, simply because they ARE physics guys. She's also in love with the archetype of the absentminded genius/ scientist. I couldn't bear it anymore and had to tell her that I would have asked her out weeks ago if she'd been single. She took it as a compliment. It had been eating me alive not to tell her and I was afraid she didn't love me back so it was unrequited love. I'd moped about and been melancholy for weeks.
Darling has been amazing about cuddling me and comforting me even though my problem would be enough to make most other men leave me in jealousy. He's completely ok with it and I think he was rather sad for me.
Today Bella had a little crisis with a possible allergic reaction and a trip to the hospital. Bear wouldn't take her, knowing she was being a big baby. She called me and asked me to stay on the phone with her and talk her through the bus ride to the campus health center. I did. I knew she wouldn't call any of her other friends if she hadn't gotten me to do it. This was clearly a significant other or parent type of task. I showed up with coffee exactly the way she takes it and biscotti. (Like most of my crushes, my Bella is Italian.) I held ice on her hand in the waiting room and calmed her down while she called her mom.
Since this afternoon she has decided it's ok for me to call her "wife" and "girlfriend" in public. She's decided to call me "husband" instead of the previous title of "buddy" I had earned before.
I'm walking on clouds now. She really feels about me the way I feel about her. The fact that we're both going to marry someone else doesn't seem to matter. I don't get the vibe that there will ever (or at least in the near future) be anything more than a deep platonic relationship between the two of us since she is straight and doesn't seem to be interested in polyamory. I'm completely ok with that. I just needed to know she loved me.
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