10.28.2010

My Happy Place

We were two teenagers, crazy in love.
It was my first visit to D.C. since we'd jumped into the LDR pool and we were excessively enjoying ourselves.
He had surprised me with a fancy dinner.
There we were, sitting in the luxurious Carlyle sharing meals we had ordered to complement the other.
We were giddy and laughing, genuine smiles plastered on our faces.
The lights were dimmed, I was wearing a new sweater, and The Boyfriend was gently rubbing his foot up and down my leg.
We kept holding hands across our small table until the waiter would bring out a dish to separate us.
I couldn't stop staring at him.
I didn't want to.
This dinner was so perfect. The food was delicious and I had shared it with the man of my dreams.
And just when we thought life couldn't get any more heavenly...
Our waiter brought out the creme brulee.

(Please excuse the glasses glare)

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