A silly reason to smile

You know that feeling when you introduce your special someone to your parents? Their thumbs up feels like a signal to relax. Yes, you can finally take in big gulps of air after holding your breath for so long.

And I bet right now, you're also quite familiar with the feeling of patiently reading someone's post hoping it'll arrive at some great insight. But no, it doesn't.

I'm writing about a silly feeling, a small matter on the outset that actually means the world to me. You see, this is where the first lines up there become relevant. I felt that same thing, or well, at least I believe that's how I'd feel since I've never arrived at that milestone in my life just yet. But anyway, that's how it played out for me.

I brought someone I was getting to know to one of my favorite milk tea places. He had never been there before so, he had never tasted their drinks either. Now, you'd think I'd have been pretty relaxed since I was in my home turf. Heck, even I thought so too. But, it wasn't until he finished his drink and said it was good that I realized I had actually been holding my breath. Why did this matter so much to me? It was just my favorite milk tea place. It was just one flavor of the many. It seemed like no reason to care. But despite myself, I was smiling this goofy happy smile and it took all my strength to keep from floating to the ceiling.

And that was it.
And for the rest of the night, life seemed fuller.
The stars twinkled brighter than before.
Yes, he liked my favorite place.

And then maybe, just maybe, he could like me too.