after work yesterday i went over to my boyfriend's apartment.
earlier in the day we had another 'discussion' about our future, our feelings..which we are getting very good at.
i think that i am p.m.sing currently which makes these talks a bit more heated.
at least on my part (he's so collected;)
but i'm a thinker, he says he loves this about me. well good, i say, cuz it's here to stay.
and i'm a question asker. supposedly he's cool with that too.
so anyway, after the discussion, as i start closing the door to my car, saying goodbye, he says, 'what is it you need?' this is after i admitted i didn't feel well for several reasons.
'do you want me to draw you a bath and pour you a glass of wine for when you get home?'
yes, i pouted.

so it's 7:15 and i drive up to his apartment, glancing up at the bathroom window to see if there were any lights on...any boy running water. i didn't see anything.
and as i walked up the stairs i told myself i could not be angry if he didn't do it, didn't have time, possibly forgot.
so i knocked on the door & he answered. he had a glass of wine in his hand, and i silently pointed at it.
he made me immediately put my purse and jacket down and led me by the hand into my own personal spa.
through the green curtain which would later cover the doorway was an old-fashioned bathtub full to the brim with bubbles. candles dimmly lit the small room and my own glass of ravenswood cabernet savignon rested near the tub.

i've never felt more spoiled in my life.

i thanked him & hugged and kissed him and then he left. left me to unwind and de-stress. it was sweet to have the time to think my own thoughts and at the same time know he was just right there-whenever i wanted him.

so i soaked and sipped, and he put on leonard cohen...