you’re just about all caught up on the past 4+ months, so i can drop the “to be continued…” and write a little more in the present tense. i still like to keep a bit of time delay between real life and what i write about on here as a personal measure to protect things that are special to me, but let’s bring you all up to speed as completely as possible… : ))

i don’t ask for help or favors or special treatment. i’m stubborn and annoyingly independent. i believed the days of guys chivalrously falling over themselves to open car doors for girls were over.

then i met a man with manners from the Midwest. and hoo-boy. did he sweep me off my unsuspecting and cynical feet!

he gets up 5 minutes before my morning alarm (yes, 355am!) to pop a couple of Eggos in the toaster and start the coffee brewing. he pays a small fortune for OJ on this island and offers me a glass every time i come over. he leaves candies on my car seat in the shape of Xs and Os and hearts. he passes handwritten notes in class and brings me Oreos on afternoons he can tell i’m fading fast. he had a wonderful care package of goodies and candies shipped from home. he freshly grinds Starbucks coffee and hand-delivers it to my doorstep.

he bought me a huge PINK flowering plant from the expensive nursery halfway around the island. nevermind that the goats ate all of the flowers (and most of the leaves) before i got home to see it sitting on my porch. it’s the most beautiful twig tree you ever did see!

he once made a mini morning scavenger hunt, complete with photos and clues and treasures. he shops for 2 when buying groceries and makes dinner every night we stay at school in the library to study. he sends me an email each morning with a list of at least 15 things i could choose from for dinner. all i have to do is pick one and it magically shows up at a private picnic for two by the rarely used MUA pool.

we spend a small fortune on text messages even though we only sit a few feet away from each other and spend 20 hours a day together. he tells me i’m beautiful even on days it’s definitely not true. he daydreams about our future without lacing up his running shoes to head for the hills and isn’t afraid to share what he’s thinking on topics from moms to diapers to dogs.

and yes, he runs around the side to open my car door. he insists on carrying my ridiculously heavy bookbag. he takes the garbage out. i usually make sure my kitchen sink is free of dirty dishes when he comes over because otherwise he will wash them all. he stops mid-thought to exclaim how i am the most beautiful girl he has ever met.

he found the perfect Coach bag in Beijing and ultimate pink Starbucks mug in Switzerland and brought them more than halfway around the world to make me smile. he is coming to Saskatchewan for part of our Christmas break. he treats Joyce just as great as he treats me.

he makes me laugh. oh how i love that he makes me laugh.

he is my best friend on this silly little island. and i have a feeling he will be for a very long time even after we leave.

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