earlier today, bebechern hadta listen to me rant about my strange, strange sunday for almost an hour.

it wasn't the back massage.
it wasn't his kissing me.
it wasn't his trying to please me with ice-cream;
and it def wasn' his adulatory idolization of Jessica Alba and her mythical boobs and publicly holding a magazine up to his face just so that he could kiss her on the cover that makes me think he's so adorable.

but it was discovering his telephonic willingness with listening to my appropriately unromantic ranting of what has been happening to me this whole weekend he's been away. this made my heart smile the rest of its day away. i was suddenly feeling again like the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.