It’s no secret that I have a massive crush on the boy. The quickest way to taint something potentially brilliant is to slap a label on it–so I’ll refrain from my inherent urge to define, categorize, and control all aspects of my life. This is what true happiness as an adult is like. When I’m not bouncing from cloud to cloud while soaking up sun beams I’ll devote an entry to the more serious aspects of my feelings. Suffice it to say he’s a great guy. My parents like him and the approval would be universal if I chose to reveal his identity. 😉
Because of him I appreciate ridiculously corny images on Pinterest…..
…present him with delectable culinary creations…
…cuddle profusely and hold his hand in public…
….and relate to epic scenes in movies where the characters spontaneously burst into Dionne Warwick songs. Bonus points if the movie involves a protagonist with a gay best friend!
Thank you for existing, boy. If this all ends tomorrow I’m a better woman because of it.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,