The Foreva Eva Type a Love?

Dear Diary,

I did it - it was word vomit. He looked at me, rambling and drunk after a night out, and I looked back at him.
"I think I'll always love you," I said to him while laying side by side.
He rolls onto his back and puts his hand through his hair - grumpy about emotions like usual, he says, "What do you want me to say babe? Nobody's ever told me anything like that!"
And we make out romantically, slowly and sweetly, while also smiling.
"I don't want you to say anything babe," I say, really drunk and feeling my feelings of love strongly towards him in the moment, "I just wanted to let you know because you never know what's going to happen next and I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to let you know that I love you, I've loved you in this lifetime and I want you to know that I'll always love you."
"I feel the same way," he replies, grumbling some other words, then adds,
"Do you want to be with me forever?"
I stare at him, thinking "oh huh?!?" How can you ask a woman that without a ring in hand!?
We kiss some more. He looks at me asking, "Will you live with me?"
I grumble this time, for this question is pesky. He's always talking about the possibility of moving back to the other side of the country where his parents live. Even though he promised me before that he'd stay here for two years, I wasn't sure how tightly sealed the promise was.
"I don't know where you're going," I grumble, turning away.
"We talked about this," he says - "Will you live with me?" Again, I couldn't answer, so we made out. Which, I'd have to say, is a pretty good non-answer on my part since he still benefits somehow -shrug-.

"You're just drunk babe, " he grumbled at me a few times, and I replied, "No, I love you!" And he says, "I love you too." We end up in the shower, but that's not an important detail here.

The next day we got lunch with his friend, and although we are both non-PDA types of folks, we were probably staring at each other in the eyes much more than people usual do over a sizzling platter of Korean barbecue.

Now, I must explain. I mean, to you, Diary, not to him. I already word vomited my feelings to him, so there's no delete button for that dialogue. This was something that I had been thinking about for a while, and I did intend to say some form of these words to him at a point in time - it just came out more like "I wanna be your girl forever" than I intended. I meant it more like, "I will always care for you/ have some form of love for you despite whatever happens." Adding to that, I meant something along the lines of, "Nothing can change the fact that I have loved you in a period of time between our lives, and that fact will remain always." Of course, those descriptions doesn't sound as nice or clear. I was thinking through the wavelength of Plato's differing types of loves that he describes in his works, or like the love that Warren Buffet's wife had for Warren Buffet - when he moved to the East Coast of America and she felt the need to move to the West Coast to be with her family and friends, she still loved him and sent her friend out to see if Warren was doin' alright. Turned out that the friend and Warren got together on the East Coast, and the woman who sent her friend over gave her blessing to the couple because she loved Warren, wanted him to be happy with company, and knew that her friend was a good person. That's a love.

What's next?

-That Girl, chasing pavements or discovering bliss?