"If you love someone, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were." –Anonymous.

Today was AMAZING. I really don’t want/mean to brag, but Christ, today was great day!

Around noon, he came over and we uh….fooled around….yeah I’ll just say that much. Anyway, we got takeout from The Omelette Shoppe (where I work), went down to the beach with it, went downtown and hung out there for a few hours and went out for dinner.

I had never eaten at this place before. It was called "Golden Chopsticks" so naturally, what do you think of? Chinese, Japanese, Thai? Yeah, that’s about right.

It was beautiful, and I swear to god we got the best booth in the place. It was a little sunny, but hey, at least it was a nice and clear evening. The booth was in a room with windows all the way up on one side so you can look outside and watch the traffic or whatever really. It was just…so nice.

Not to mention the food was good. ;-) I have the left-overs in my fridge.

With the bill (which he picked up, and I want to pay him back but he won’t let me!) came two fortune cookies. My fortune was "Now is the time to take things one step at a time." I stared at it and felt my face get hot. We swapped so we could read what each others said.

"Doesn’t it sound like they think we’re going out or something?" He said.

"Yeah. That’s exactly what I thought." I said.

I went home after that and was screamed at for being five minutes late. I retreated to my room, and began to type…this! Oh, and daydream, mustn’t forget daydreaming. I’m glad I retreated so quickly though. My parents knew I was with him (I told them), and if I run into her before nightfall, she’s bombard me with questions.

"So what’d you do? Where’d you go? What’s going on with you two? Are you going out yet?"

"Oh shut the fuck up and leave me alone to ponder why I’m even still alive, bitch." I’d say.