I woke up feeling so good. The birds were tweeting in the backyard, the sun is out, and I was smiling. I know how that sounds like a fairytale, but I can’t help it. It’s true. I found Harry on chat, he was working away as always. He asked me to look on my porch. I kinda knew what that meant and I couldn’t help but smile even bigger. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, opened the door and there was this amazing bouquet of yellow roses and an orchid plant sitting on my ugly dirty table. I was instantly embarrassed at how messy my front porch is. But I snuck my scantily clad self onto the porch long enough to retrieve my flowers and bolted back upstairs to tell him thank you.
Wow. I didn’t need the flowers to say wow but wow. I love getting flowers. And it’s not just that they’re pretty. He had to drive 15 miles out of his way and went to three stores looking for decent flowers at 1 or 2 in the morning before he started work. He did that for me. It’s the effort that blows me away. And he bought the orchids and wasn’t satisfied so he kept looking and found the yellow roses and gave me both!
Yesterday he showed me his old passport from when he was 18 ish and I did remember that guy, but the man who was standing next to me is shattering all my preconceptions I had about him. When he pulled me up and started to dance with me, I was in heaven. How did he know that gets me every time? There is something so romantic about dancing. And he definitely had the moves. I didn’t know the words to the songs that were playing because I generally don’t listen to country music, but at one point he started singing to me. Wow. I keep saying that…haha.
I asked him this morning if he remembered what song it was and he sent the link to this one over.
What girl doesn’t want to dance to a guy singing this song to her?
I’m seriously falling for this guy. No I think I already have…