(I'm posting this today because I have time. Also I'm a little shaken up, but I'll tell you at the end, so this'll be short)

It was my first month anniversary with Alex— and on Valentines Day, no less. It took me months to get a reservation a for dinner and a movie. Alex looked adorable in his black jeans, white shirt with purple markings, and a soft black jacket. We watched Aquaman. Best Valentine's Day ever.

(Story time: I'm on a band trip and suddenly one of the Saxophonist yells to my band director that one of the flutists past out. So the bus drove back to the school and the flutist was trying to stand [the saxophonist helped her] and they went to the nurse. And everyone's pretty fracking terrified. We're silent and one of my friends says: "don't look at her [flutist]" The other buses followed us. And I'm just shaken up.
Edit: also the saxophonist and fainted flutist are friends and I ship them)