I feel like loving innocent, giddy love.

He called me on a Sunday night, and told me he was picking me up in 10 minutes. I got in his pick up truck and he started to drive up the mountain. We went to the look out spot that had a panoramic view of the whole valley. This look out was known by everyone in my town as "Make Out Point", but I think in all of high school I had ever only followed those rules once. 

Once we arrived to the abandoned parking lot. We parked facing the view, and he kept the keys in the ignition with the lights on. A new burnt CD was playing with songs that we now look back on with fond memories.  

"Okay, put the CD to Track 7 and turn up the volume as loud as it can go." He hopped out to the front of the car with a little bounce in his step. He knew that he was about to win some major kudos. 

I did as I was told. And THIS song came on:

(Turn up your speakers for full blog post effect)

I sat there for an awestruck second with a smile from ear to ear. We looked at each other and my eyes said, "You didn't just do that. You are too cute" and his said, "Oh, yes I did. Please come out of the car now."

I got out and walked up to him.  

Then, as the song commands, we danced in the moonlight. He dipped me. We laughed. I was oblivious to the other few people that were probably watching us-- they were just jealous. 

We had so much fun, that we danced for another three songs. 

I don't get giddy very often. But that night, I was. He brought it right out of me. And after 3 years we still talk about it. We both brag about it to our friends, too. 

That moment goes down in the books. 
It's a reminder that it's the little things that matter most, and that get me the most.
It's a reminder that love doesn't have to be extravagant or flashy. 
It reminds me to go back to what's important.  

Oh, the irony.

It had been a while since I responded to his letter which I had been honest, blunt and upfront in. He said he appreciated the blatant truth, but I think I took a stab at his pride. 

                       Rightfully so.

Things right now in a normal world, should be awkward, a little at least. Especially since we've been broken up for five months.

So, why is he sitting next to me at the library right now?  

No, first off... why did he even invite me? 

Hopefully I'm being a girl and over thinking it, and all he wanted was some nice company... and he happened to want me be his company.

Right? That's all it is. 

Except my brother-in-law would tell me that ex-boyfriends don't just come around to be friends. I'm going to stick with the "nice company" theory.

After not being around someone for a long time, that you normally were around a lot, you remember little quirks they had. You remember the way they would look around the room, you remember their sarcasm and the way they wore v-necks. How he would act so nonchalant about life's misfortunes and laugh with his head rolled back. Then, there's the occasional comment from him to me like, "Is it fine that I'm using words I don't know?" 

I should miss him. I should want to go back to how it was. 

But, I don't. 

I am completely fine sitting here, in different chairs while he writes is 11 page paper on Fat Oxidation, and I write a blog post about him.