UnitedSquare. Starbucks. Soupeduphotchocolate. Amazingnight. Friskycabrides.  I loved it.

I feel like I've only just gotten to understand what a normal, wholesome and healthy relationship with a boy is.  He is just so good in every way and by association, my darkness has been driven away by his goodness, somewhat.  For the first part of our rendezvous last night, it was just White Americano and hot chocolate at Starbucks, and a whole lot of interesting exchanges about everything.  And it was so gratifying!  That a simple act of sitting down, having a hot drink on a rainy night and talking, can elicit such a heady reaction, just says so much.  With him, a simple thing is a simple thing.  There isn't a big drama created out of issues that are in actuality, so inconsequential.  And the fact that there aren't any restrictions about anything makes it all the more exhilarating. Because the night is always young and ours to fill with whatever whim that pops into our imagination.  When the night's over, and we leave, I know that he's still going to be there tomorrow.  This certainty that I have is cemented by my never, ever feeling used. If that isn't a sign, I don't know what is.

So.  I don't need to look. Anymore.

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