Free Marine Coming Home Cake

Today was actually quite incredible. So much better than I hoped it would be. 

I spent the day, walking yet again, through my favorite city in the world. Only this time, I was walking hand in hand with someone I had not seen in a year; and this someone was making my stomach do flips out of pure excitement. I don't think it was a set of romantic butterflys in my tummy, but rather they were present because this person was actually in my physical, human presence and their smile seemed so real to me in a way I had long forgotten. 

This person treated me like a princess the whole day- and it felt incredible. The idea of being well  appreciated and enjoyed by the opposite sex is a concept very foreign to me at this point in life. I soaked in every minute of its awesome goodness. It was strangely odd- I felt so comfortable with this person, it was like he had never left. Everything was the same and we were having fun together yet again, without a care in the world to who was around us. The waitress at the restaurant even had to come back 3 times to take our order because we kept talking instead of looking at the menu. 

I have a confession. I am a wee bit, um, physically desperate around the holidays. Not in a "I'll sleep with whomever, and lets head out to the bars, and I'll wear a barely there nothing at all shirt.." kinda desperate, but rather a "Wow, he is incredibly gorgeous and so funny and I can't stop looking at his lips right now" kind of thing. Does this make sense or do I just sound like a 14 year old girl looking at a picture of Edward Cullen? because I certainly hope not. That's not how it is. Back to the point- since the moment this boy picked me up for the day, I wanted to kiss him. Not really because I was romantically drawn to him, but rather because I was just so excited that this favorite person of mine was alive, back from Iraq, and doing so well in his life. 

However, I told myself i was a shallow girl who expected the stupidest things out of days and that I should keep a tighter reign on my desires. I also wondered if kissing this boy might mean a long period of akwardness; since he and I have never indulged in such behavior. To be completely honest, I thought he still might think of me as a crazy neive high schooler. ...

But there was a point when he looked me straight in the face and said, "I am kinda honored to be with you right now. All these people are looking at you, saying wow she is gorgeous why is she with him?" to which I was completely stunned...I felt so incredible in that moment. This boy wanted to be with me, at that exact moment. I don't get good feelings like that anymore. 

Long story short, I ended up getting the kiss I wanted from this boy at the end of the night, and it left me smiling for the next 2 hours. The kiss was perfect-slow, soft, and warm. Kissing is my favorite event of life; some people don't see it as a big deal but to me it is purely magical. 

The point of writing this all down isn't to say that I'm in love (which I'm not) or that I found love (which I didn't)  or anything like that- it's to say that Today, a boy that I truly care about made me feel like the single most important, beautiful girl on the planet. He treated me like a princess and made me so completely filled with happiness, I remembered what it was like to feel good on the inside again. Say what you want; that I'm desperate or pathetic or shallow; but the truth is, there is nothing better than spending the whole day with someone you care about, and at the end of it, receiving a perfect kiss. 

the end.