Oh God... I swear everyday I'm with him, I fall even more in love. That boy is like... This shining star in my life. Even the little things that bug me (like he absolutely hates sand on him and double checks his silverware to make sure it's clean) aren't that bothersome.
Last night, we got home at about 11:30 after watching Hostile 2. (Not late! I had permission so I wasn't in trouble again. I'm being very careful about getting in trouble.) We sat in his car for like half an hour. We kissed a little and we talked, eventually he was like "Unless you want me to fall asleep on the way home, I gotta get Pulp Fiction and get home, babe." So I sighed and was like "Oh-KAY if you feel you must. :P"
So he waited by his side of the car (because I hate getting my door opened for me. I CAN do it myself!) and held my hand because it was super dark and we walked inside, grabbed the movie, made small talk with my grandma (who was surprisingly still awake) and I walked him out into the back yard and hugged him super tight. He hugged me back and we just kinda stood there for a minute and he was like "I love you." and I told him I loved him too. He kissed the tip of my nose and I smiled. And then there was this battle over him leaving in which I kinda pushed him over by the porch and was like "See? You can't go. You have to stay here, for days and days and for forever really." And that went on until I grabbed him again, just before he was about to leave and asked for my goodnight kiss.
And there was this really long, really passionate, really sweet kiss that made me a little dizzy. And he kissed my forehead (something that makes me melt) and said "That was your goodnight kiss. Now go to bed, love." And he kissed my dog and left. It was generally kind of really fantastic.
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