Homecoming!

Yesterday. Was. Amazing! :)

So. Prepare for a long post, 'cause I have a lot to say... Cause I spent 12 HOURS with her...

So, yesterday, I went to Homecoming with the girl I love. And it made me SO very happy. I got to her house, and I did what I usually do when I don't have anything else to do: Clean.  I did dishes and such and got to spend some time with her before people started to arrive.

After everyone got there, we went to a place in Rigby that we could enjoy ourselves at, and we played some pool. It was boys versus girls, and despite her assurance she could win, we ended up taking them down handily. And then, we went back to her house to get ready. She took her time, but she had to get her hair done, and that took longer than even she expected. But she got back... And I thought I was going to pass out. She looked... Absolutely gorgeous. Totally and completely stunning. I don't mean to brag... But I had the most beautiful girl in the entire world as my date last night. (Oh, who am I kidding...? I will totally brag. All the time. It's my pleasure. Cause she truly was positively amazing looking. And whenever I stood next to her, it took all I had not to kiss her and about pass out.)

And then the real night began. So, we went to get pictures done, but we were much later than we had previously intended. And pictures were.. interesting. I don't think I've ever been quite like that before. I spent all my time right next to her. And my hand was always in the small of her back, constantly providing some comfort for her if possible. And if I wasn't doing that, then we were sitting together, holding hands, fingers intertwined. It was nice to do that relaxing thing.

After pictures, we went to dinner at Applebee's. Which, was good. We both share similar tastes in food, and both of us like mozzarella sticks. But, while we were waiting before and after eating, we were holding hands, and stroking the other's hand. And we would just look at each other, and say nothing, and just... smile. Lots of smiling. (Oh, and she likes to play footsie. Which I also kinda like. Another thing to add to the list of things I love.) I think it was pretty obvious to everyone that we were totally into each other. (They just didn't know HOW into each other we were.) 

Then we went to the dance. Which was both good and bad. I'll go with the bad part first. So... our friend who shall remain unnamed, he did the extreme disservice of asking me if he could dance with my date. I wasn't able to quite understand what he said, and misunderstood his question... And accidently gave him permission. (I of course, in my right mind, would never do that. I didn't want to share.) But he went and asked. And she said yes, because that's what she does. Totally innocent, totally normal. But. That was not my idea. I didn't like that. And I asked her why she agreed. So... She got mad at me. And I wasn't all that happy. Because it hurt. And she walked away... three times. The first time, it was like she'd slapped me in the face. And the two other times, especially the last one where she walked all the way to the bathroom... And told me to stop following her... It was like some one had reached into my chest and was pulling my heart right out. It ached so much... because I knew I'd hurt her really badly. But I had no idea why... Cause I hurt too. But I hurt more for the fact that I'd hurt her. I know that... Some things you do, they leave an impression upon people. And they will never ever look at you the same way. And... I couldn't have that. It hurt far too much. She later came back in, and she looked at me... And her eyes were all teary, and she apologized, and I apologized too, and we danced real close, as I whispered in her ear... Told her how sorry I was. And how much I loved her. We got out to the car, and she was still miffed at me, because I got mad at her. It was all a misunderstanding, of course, and I wasn't mad at her after she walked away. After she walked away... I just nearly died. I spent the car ride to our next destination, just holding her and making sure she knew... all that I had to say.

Now for the good part. Dancing. I love dancing with her... She has a very attractive dancing style. And we danced in a more relaxed position than I am used to. Her arms around the back of my neck... My hands on her waist, barely a foot between us. And all we did was look into each others eyes. Though, I couldn't help but sing to her... And tell her all about how much I love her. And when we weren't slow dancing, we were swing dancing, or doing something so totally different. Not like any other dancing I had ever done before. But... I liked it. Because it was with her. We had our fingers intertwined, and all the while I just looked at her. And I smiled. All the time... Sometimes, she would grab my hand and pull me across the dance floor. And then she'd stop, and turn around... and she'd look at me with this radiant look on her face, as if she knew... That she was amazing. (And she better. Because she is.)

For the last part of our evening, we went and we had some waffles with strawberries and ice cream at a friend's house. And we shared a waffle. Then she took me home.

I can't tell you how many times we held hands yesterday. Far too many to count. And sometimes... She would take my arm, put it around her waist, and have it touch her leg. Or, close to the end, she leaned right up against me, and she put both my hands on her stomach, and just leaned against me. Like that's all she ever wanted. (She said it was because she was cold. But I have a feeling that is the ulterior motive.) I happened to like that the most. Just the car rides... Where it was me and her, and she grabbed my hand, and wound it in hers, and/or put it around her. And leaned against me... I felt truly content. I would whisper to her, or kiss her hair and her cheek. I truly had a good time... And I wish that I could have some more time with her... Really soon. Cause... No matter what happens... I love her. With all of my heart. Everything I am.