We didn’t end up going to the party that night. We laid around the living room while she scrawled away at in this old notebook, and I attempted to learn the crochet thing. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, and other than that… we talked. Just… all night, chatting away because there was always just more to say, more to add to, and if there wasn’t then there was certainly enough topic’s to keep us going for the rest of forever. See now, this? I loved this, because it was everything I ever dreamed with rosey glasses as a teenager. It was exactly it. More than what I wanted out of a relationship, it would be one of the special moments that you remembered years later with a kind of nostalgia that aches as much as it makes you smile. I really didn’t like the wannabe Heather’s that seem
