Tonight, I took my boyfriend to watch a Toronto Raptors game. I never really cared for basketball games to be fair, but I told him I’d either get tickets to see the Raps or the Leafs. Good luck getting hockey tickets in Toronto.

Anyways, I had a lot of fun with him. We joked around, cheered, and even danced when the music came on. I just had such a good time with him. It was as though I forgot how much fun going to a game could be.

I found myself looking at him often while thinking about how lucky I was. I decided that his smile is my new favourite sight. I know, super cheesy. But he just makes me happy in ways that no one ever really has.

He even made the subway ride home fun with his jokes and little side comments. Yeah sure he mocks me sometimes, and I mock him too, but nothing beats the feeling of having his arm around me with my head on his shoulder. Getting kisses on my forehead and the top of my head when our hands are intertwined is probably my favourite. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel wanted.

Although he has now dropped me off at home, we won’t be seeing each other tomorrow. But we are going to a concert Wednesday night, as he invited me to go see one of his favourite bands with him. Two music lovers at a concert? This should be interesting!