Tonight

K and I had a pretty good day. She had a great review at work. She was in good spirits all day, and I'd like to think that this blog, and a super good dosage of me help.

I did bake her a cake, and she raved about it all day. I heard her tell me, you baked me a cake like 20 times today, had I known that I would have baked her a cake sooner. She told me that I was the first guy to ever bake her a cake, and I said I hope I'm the last. I would bake a cake for her every damn day for the rest of my life if I could. She'd say no and make some weight reference, but honestly I hope I am the last man that ever bakes her a cake. By the time I'm done baking cakes for her I'll be able to do some crazy good frosting then.

She came over a bit before her other nightly engagements with friends and had a piece of cake with me, she wasnt feeling too well, but we ended up making love anyway. She left but she had planned to come back to say farewell for awhile to a good friend.

She stopped by and got to hang with some of my friends, she's just now getting to the point where she feels comfortable being a little girlfriendy towards me around them, even though she still brings up her husband from time to time. I think its more of a instilled action at this point. But its ok. I know eventually she'll get more used to being around friends of mine, and she'll be able to totally let her guard down.

She was laying on my friends bed, so I made my way over by her. What can I say, I wanted her close to me. We ended up with her laying in my lap, just kind of holding hands, my other hand caressing her hair as our friend sang us some songs. I gazed at her as she closed her eyes, a huge smile came over her face, and then mine. I sank into the happiness and peace that I think she was feeling at that moment. I asked my friend to play an otis redding song for her when she came over. It was important to me.

Months back I was at my friends show, I was not feeling as good now about all of this as I do now. Without really knowing what he would sing, he played, "these arms". Hearing that song, with the mood I was in,  it really stuck with me. It was everything I was feeling.

So he played it and a few others, and everything was great. She said she should probably leave, and I said no, what if you stayed. I always want her to stay. But I didnt mean tonight as in stay, but what if you just stayed, and never left.

I walked her to her car and kissed her goodnight. Theres a chance I may see her tomorrow, so I asked, and well told her that I'd see her tomorrow. I hate feeling like a pest. But I'd be stupid not to tell her how much I'd like to see her.

I just got home and decided to write this all down in the blog, poured myself a big glass of milk and divided the last big piece of cake into two. I took the other piece and carefully put it on a smaller plate and wrapped it in plastic wrap. The last piece is for her. I hope she eats it tomorrow.