November 12^th

Currently listening to The Ocean, by The Bravery

So today has been by far, the best day I’ve had in a very long time. Yesterday night, after sushi and a movie I had talked about going to SavOn with my friend. Well we did eventually meet at the station of Gas where I bought a cup of coffee and we just walked around for a bit. “Have you ever been to the creek?” He asked me. I said no, obviously, because I hadn’t ever been. Well that place made well for interesting conversation and jokes.

We sat around near a waterfall like structure that was actually, in all it’s polluted-ish suburban glory, beautiful in it’s own way. The place was lined from end to end with fallen foliage and it was all, in the moment, quite beautiful. We, because I am such a wimp to the cold coming back from the warm currents of the south, I pretty much froze out there after a while. The day was very nice, temperature wise, but it proceeded to get colder and colder. He would laugh at me every so often, making note of my shaking and chattering teeth, but I liked the cold, I love being outside, so I bucked up and got over the cold. We walked around for a bit, he stood about awkwardly and we had an awkward conversation from a seemingly awkward distance, but as the hours past, we got closer.

We ended up sitting on a long log a bit father down in the creek just talking about, everything, and nothing. It’s quite nice to be able to say anything I like and just be okay with him hearing it. Something I’m not entirely used to. Well, anyway, moving back on to the story of my mini-adventure, we ended up sitting on the log after I had, stupidly, walked through a puddle of water with out realizing it. Well, sooner or later I realized it, because my socks got very cold as the day drew to it’s nearing end. I was freezing, because, let me reiterate, that I am a wimp, and he put his arm around me and in that moment, all the cold that had been bothering me seemed like nothing. I mean, I was still shaking, but I couldn’t feel the cold anymore. We sat like that for a while talking and joking my head upon his chest. I could hear his heart beating. Quite fast really.

Well as it got a bit darker, he got a phone call beckoning him back to his house, so we left the little creek and made our way up the hill back on to the suburban roads. He walked me home like any gentleman would do and remembered that I still had his hat. So I went up stairs and got him the hat and hugged him. The hug was warm and long, romantic even. I really didn’t want him to leave at all, the whole thing was just, perfect.

Well in a slight quite break from the tight embrace his eyes met mine and I’m not sure who kissed who, but either way, it was bliss. One of those kisses you just feel the need to brag about, because everything about it was just, perfect. We hugged again for a long time. And kissed again, and then the sun drew to the horizon. Unfortunately I knew that it had been about time for him to go. He had been called upon a while before all this, and trouble is a foul friend.

If that moment, that day could last forever, all would be right in the world. The perfect day drew to a close, and I really hope that this day will lead to a good week. It ended with the declaration of an official relationship. Boyfriend, and girlfriend.

Just, a really great day. And as chick-flick-ish as it sounds, it’s all quite true. These are the things I long for. As someone I was on the phone with not too long ago told me “You were long over due” and I suppose, that maybe, I was.