April 5th, 2:55 pm, The Loft

I was sitting here with Fat Louie on my stomach, watching old reruns of Baywatch when I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone this afternoon. I approached the door slowly; Louie gave me a sleepy look. I tried to be gentle when removing him from my stomach, in fear I might make him mad and he might eat another sock. When I came to the door I looked out the small "peep" hole. No one was there. I opened the door, but not before grabbing Frank's baseball bat. I held the bat up and opened the door. To my surprise there was no need for the bat. I looked down at our doormat to find two dozen long stemmed yellow roses. The first thing that came to mind was my freshman year of high school; we had "Secret Snowflakes", as someone's "snowflake" you had to give them little presents throughout the week without revealing who we were. I hoped and prayed (well maybe not prayed but I sure hoped A LOT) that it was Michael. It wasn't Michael though it ended up being Boris. So, the first thing that came to mind was Boris, but this time it wasn't Boris. I bent down, cradling the yellow roses in my long arms then a pink shimmery card caught my eye. When I opened the card it read:

You are my light, my love, my cause.

For you I wake.

For you I live.

I dream of our ETERNITY.

I was meant to be

Safely sailing on a sea of you and me.

Love, CracKING

I could have kicked myself; I actually had to think about who CracKING was. When it finally registered that they were from Michael, I gushed. I squealed! I'm not only dating the man I've wanted for practically my whole life but he ended up being even better than I could have ever imagined.

I don't know if he dropped them off, he has class until 4 p.m. today. He's a constant mystery to me, but I can read him so well sometimes. It's really the best thing to ever happen in my life.

April 6th 7:00 am, The Loft

Turns out Michael had Lars do his dirty work yesterday. That's quite all right though. I'm a firm believer that the thought counts. At least Michael wrote the poem (which now sits on my vanity mirror). I woke up this morning to rain. Can you believe it? It's raining on a Friday. I have class in an hour. Reluctantly, I am dragging myself to the Library where my history research class is meeting to discuss philosophers' theories. Today's topic how accurate could one man be? Personally, I'd rather go back to princess lessons than go meet with the kids who sit at Starbucks all day and think they know things because they've read a few books. I'm starting to sound like Grandmere. In fact, it was Grandmere that suggested I take the course to "further enhance my worldly knowledge". I'm stuck taking history research and contemporary social issues. If it weren't for those classes, I wouldn't be in college. I see no point in going to college for something that silly. Instead I'm taking some courses down at the YMCA on computer-aided drawing. I don't see a future for in anything for me but ruling a small European country.

I wish I still had Hans to lug me around. I need to get dressed and hop on the subway. I hate being grown up.

April 6th 11:00 am, Ho's Deli

I'm waiting to meet Michael here. He seems to be the only one around these days. Tina and her new boyfriend Tom are always attending some speaker at NYU, Lily's off in Switzerland, & my whole family is out of the United States. I wouldn't even mind having Grandmere around for a few days. Michael seems busy too. I know he's a full time student and needs to finish his exams so he can get his diploma but, I'm really lonely. I don't know if he's avoiding me but he always seems to be doing something that he can't involve me in. We'll see how lunch goes today. Last time I saw him was Tuesday and even then we barely got to talk. He left me to watch a movie by myself while he did something on the Internet. Granted, it WAS Dirty Dancing but he's never turned it down before. His parents were hosting a benefit in the city so we were alone. He is usually all up for some (what he likes to call) MeMia time but when I tried to retrieve him from his bedroom his shut his monitor off and said he'd be right there. He eventually came out but by that point Johnny and Baby had already expressed their feelings though "dancing" so the mood was totally ruined.

Maybe I'm not cutting him enough slack. I mean it IS a strenuous time for soon-to-be-college graduates. He's coming now. Let's hope for a good lunch.