Today was a damn fine day.
Though I am fully aware that I have a crush on several different people at any given time, there is one particular person that truly makes my heart wrench whenever I see her. She sits in front of me in my History of Slavery class and is truly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
Before the midterms, I organized a study session for the class and only she showed. We got to know each other and really hit it off. We grabbed coffee a couple of times before class. I asked her out for real, she said that she was at a place where she was dealing with a lot and was feeling too overwhelmed to date.
I took her at her word and let her go. We still got coffee sometimes before class and my heart would still tie itself into knots when I looked at her. But again, I let her go. No point in pining.
Yesterday, she sent me a text and said that she had to go to the Contemporary Art Museum for some school assignment and asked if I wanted to come along.
We had a fantastic time. I don't know how well she will do on her assignment because we talked far more than we looked at art. She didn't seem too bothered.
As we walked back to the campus, I reached into my bag and pulled out a book I had just received in the mail that morning. When we first got coffee at the beginning of the semester, she mentioned how her grandfather really loved Ezra Pound and she wanted to read some of his poetry. I suggested then that we both get a collection of his works and read them together. She said she liked the idea. I recently remembered that, and decided to buy us both his collected works. It arrived this morning, just as I was going to see her.
There is this perfect little dimple that appears when she smiles big. That alone made my day.
I am being slow and patient with her. I take her at her word when she says she's not ready. I don't hide my interest, but I try not to pressure her either.
Maybe something will come of it. Maybe nothing. I made her smile today though. She even got a little emotional. Kind of beautiful.
But that's not even the big news.
Because also in the mail this morning was a letter from my university.
I will be walking Summa Cum Laude.
That's a pretty fucking huge deal.
I am graduating at the top of my class.
It feels pretty great. I worked hard for it.
To celebrate, some co-workers took me out for pub trivia. We got third place.
Now I am sitting on my bed, feeling warm and sleepy.
I know nothing of tomorrow and what it will bring, but I can say today felt nice.
What else can I ask for?
11:04 p.m. - 2016-11-29
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