*Do Not Disturb*

There comes a point in time where coupledom-- however glorious to one that hasn't been coupled in several years-- becomes kind of boring to the the world that's outside looking in.

I could make you vomit in your mouth if I really wanted to, regaling you with tales of how Seth and I spent our lazy Sunday together. How he gave me butterflies in my stomach whenever he smiled at me from the second pew during church. How we took this incredibly awful picture of me (well the two of us) in my apartment where I look like a cross between high/happy/content/high. How he went out of his way to pick the quarters in change out from our bill at Rockbottom to ensure that I had two whole extra coins to do laundry with. How we pointed out our favorite homes along Lake Drive and talked about all the things we wanted to do and places we wanted to go-- together.

Oops. I probably just made you vomit in your mouth anyway. Sorry.

The point is, while Sunday was probably my favorite day of the entire weekend that I spent with Seth, we didn't do anything overly fancy. No special tricks. A lot of staring into each other's eyes and holding hands. Just being a couple. Stuff that a month ago I probably would've said "vomit in my mouth" to.

Stuff that I'd rather keep between me and my boyfriend.

Tomorrow: The teary end...and the new beginning...