Last night you wrapped your arm around my waist, and I smiled up at you. After a moment you pulled your arm back, leaned down and asked "You're not uncomfortable with people touching you, right?" And I shook my head, moving your hand back to it's placement. Then you whispered "If I ever do anything at all that makes you uncomfortable, please immediately punch me in the face." I laughed, but assured you I would.

Later on, you walked me to my car...and just when you started to lean in, you stopped. "Wait...is it okay if I kiss you?" I just smiled super big, and pulled your face to mine.

No one has ever been so respectful to me in my life. You make me feel like precious cargo. Thank you.