Friday night I was driving home when I happened to pass by Valentine's job and saw he was closing up. I parked the car and waited on him to lock the door.
As he approached his car he realized just who was parked next to him and a smile spread across his face. I got out of my car and he gave me the best hug I've had in a while.
It was a tight squeeze and full-facing and absolutely nothing was improper about it, it was just spontaneous and I could feel the great bond between us in it!
After we separated, I invited him over to my house to feed him and while he ate, I prepped for my next day and traded flirty text messages with March date. When I did sit down, we watched television and browsed through a Bible catalog- I kid you not.
So it wasn't until I was getting ready for bed that I realized how great that hug was and I sent him a text to say so. He didn't respond- I'm sure he was on the phone or it died, but I'm a firm believer that sometimes you just need to tell someone what actions mean the most.
And yesterday when I hugged March date, I reflected to the previous night's hug and suffice it to say Saturday's hug didn't win.
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