CFA Date Night

Only a few more posts to go of my life without any pictures. In the mean time, picture yourself at CFA. Go ahead, picture it. It'll make the story better. Actually, it won't, but whatever haha. Go ahead, begin dreaming of that succulent bite of chicken dipped into the syrup that is their sauce, glazing over your tongue like the manna that it is.

And now begins a story.

So tonight was a night like any other {okay don't get your hopes up, this really isn't an exciting story} except that my handsome Cashew came to visit me! Since he moved to a city much closer... 45 minutes closer to be exact, I've seen a lot more of him than I had for the last year. But it's still only once or twice a week- only to be reduced again when school starts. That being said, I cherish every moment. So tonight when he showed up our tummies were growling, so I got to take him on a date! This is actually really great news, people. I don't know if you know what it's like to have someone pay for almost all of your meals, but although it is endearing, it's pretty much a ticking time bomb on my guilt-o-meter. So any chance I can to treat him to something, I take, and I feel my guilt tank slowly drain little by little (; Back on point. We went to CFA and ended up sitting there for an hour and a half in the booth that we sat in the first time we hung out. Is it creepy that I remember that? Maybe. That first time we were there for about the same amount of time, laughing and getting to know each other, and it's always brought back sentimental feelings. So this time we laughed, giggled, and he showed me some magic tricks {yeah, that's right, because apparently last night while he couldn't fall asleep he decided to take up being an illusionist on the side?}. He's pretty stinkin' good. And trust me, I'm far too much of a nerd to cast any judgement. Then we headed back to my house and spent another two hours sitting on the couch talking some more, and watching Vines. And laughing. Which is our love language. Now I'm curled up in bed all alone writing this, pretending I'm not cranky that we have to say goodbye so much.

It's fun to be in love with your best friend. I'd have it no other way.

I hope your Thursday was even more lovely than mine.
And if not, tomorrow's Friday so there's always that.