A few days ago I felt that the time has come… We are nine months into our relationship, and I never felt more sure about anything. I had to do this, because I just simply can’t continue like this anymore. When Gussie came over with a bunch of flowers yesterday, I knew it’s a sign.

Nevertheless I was still a bit nervous. I wanted to make the impression that I have put a lot of effort in this, so instead of the usual peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I made fried PBJs with banana. It might not sound much, but for me this was a serious step up in my culinary adventures.

I didn’t say much while we ate, and Gussie looked worried.

“What’s wrong? You are not your usual chirpy self.”

“Do you want to come and live with me? … I mean, move in here?”, I blurted out, not being able to bear the pressure anymore.

Gussie nearly chocked on his banana PBJ. Well, crap, this is not the reaction I expected.

“You mean, you want us to live together?”, he wheezed, after he managed to cough out the last morsels.

“No!… I mean, yes”, I stammered. “I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine…”

I couldn’t look at him, so I started clearing the table. With two big steps he was at my side.

“Abbie”, he said in a serious tone, “I’d love nothing more than listen to your cute snoring every night and wake up next to you for the rest of my life.”

“I don’t snore!”, I protested half-heartedly. I kind of hoped he hasn’t noticed, but I had no such luck apparently.

He laughed as he pulled me closer, and gave me a light kiss. We agreed that he will bring his stuff over the next weekend.

I was so overjoyed, that I nearly knocked him down when I jumped into his arms.

So here I am, making space in my wardrobes, bathroom shelf… Looks like finally I got over my commitment issues!

Abbie Chisholm, aged 31, voluntarily moving in with her boyfriend!