This new guy that I’ve been out with, he drove over an hour last night to see me for fifteen minutes.

I tried to talk him out of it. I tried to tell him it was too far to drive at 10:00 pm for just fifteen minutes, and he still wanted to come anyway. I can’t even begin to explain what that means to me. Not just because he drove an hour, but because it meant I got to see him, even if it was for just fifteen minutes.

I don’t know when I’ll be seeing him next, but I am hoping it’s soon.