My shoulders are taking turns to cramp up. This must be a sign to get a massage. A make-you-want-to-scream, good, hard shoulder massage.

On a much much much more important note:
This evening/ night was/ is great. From the moment you picked me from school, to your dinner treat, ice cream, getting fries from Macs, then driving to Keppel Island and stuffing fries by the handful into our mouths, not really having a heart-to-heart-talk but talking, sitting in silence, holding hands. It feels really nice. Being pampered. Just sitting in silence, breaking it with occasional, more serious topics, but it was really a good time to think about us, about the future together. I love today. I love you more.