I just came home from the train, and we've started dinner. I should be changing, but I was walking around the apartment and that overplayed Coldplay song that I can't help liking is wafting through the house, and it made the whole experience feel like some hipster TV show.
I'm not nearly that cool, but I'm completely overwhelmed with coming home to my sweetie, and cooking with her, and (later) going to bed with her.
Also the little smile she'll get when she reads this.
