I had the cutest date ever today. The cutest. So this guy, this very perfect guy, decided he wanted to willingly spend five hours with me in a bookstore while drinking Starbucks. A better date is not possible. A better first date is not possible. A better guy is not possible. Books are one of my few passions. I immerse myself in novels, they are my comfort and my peace. Starbucks is my happy spot, in there I am content with everything regardless of how many things I have to be happy about. He did it just right. I saw myself falling in love in a bookstore and I'm certain I wouldn't have had it any other way. In essence, nothing spectacular occurred but on the other hand the most spectacular of things did happen. Amongst the bookshelves, children's books & shared love of Marilyn Monroe, I found peace. I was happy. He is love. I like him, a lot. Enough to even be sharing this with random human beings and better yet, humans that I know in real life too.