during the week of preparation for culture night, you kept passing me hints that you were visiting home: sub school graduation, questions about where i’ll be around certain times, where you’d need to park, etc. i saw it coming, but i didn’t want to get my hopes up. i never try to just because it’s easier that way. so you visiting pretty much slipped my mind. you told me your buddy was having a graduation party or whatever and it all made sense so i just mindlessly went through my day. spent the day making cupcakes, culture night hype fest, stayed by angie’s side, etc. then she told me that ronnie & nikki were outside and needed help with props and blah blah blah. i was in the process of painting my toenails so i like rushed that and put on my flips flops and jacket. again, it was raining. i walked outside rhoads & brandt hall not expecting anything and all of a sudden, i felt hands hugging my waist. like, who the hell hugs me like that at VCU? i turn around to see that it’s my baby. i held him tighter than ever. he drove through 6 states and a tornado warning just to see me. he couldn’t make me happier, ahh.