I had just gotten back to my apartment from the most amazing day, with the most amazing man, Liam Scott. He was such a gentleman, first, he brought me flowers and chocolates when he picked me up this morning, and after that, unlike any other man I've dated, he opened the door for me when I went to get into his car. He even shut it for me. He may not be the "blonde hair and blue eyes" type of guy, but he definitely meets my standards and more for good looks and an amazing personality. He doesn't have blonde hair, but the blue eyes part is definitely there. When I first met him at my local coffee shop one morning, it wasn't his extreme attractiveness or his suave attitude, it was his mesmerizing blue eyes that initially attracted me to him. I just had to talk to him but since my old friend shyness decided to join me right then, I didn't have the courage to go talk to him. I went back to that coffee shop every morning for the next week around the same time each morning, he was there every day. The saddest part was I had been going to that coffee shop for almost three years, and I never noticed him. I eventually found out that he'd been going there for about a year then. We've been seeing each other now for about three and a half months. He is truly amazing. Even though his job requires him to be gone a lot. These last couple weeks he's been calling in so he could spend more time with me. Isn't that so romantic? Oh crap, I'm doing it again. I'm fangirling over a guy who'll be gone in a couple more months. I say that because I have thought this about every guy I've dated since I was in my junior year of high school.

Anyway, back to my day with Liam. We started the day off with a visit to "our" little coffee shop. I had gotten my debit card ready to pay and before I realized it he had paid for everything, including my really expensive specialty coffee. I blushed hardcore and decided right there next time I was going to pay for all of it, for sure. Now, you must know, I am a coffeeholic. I need my special coffee in the mornings or you better be ready to feel my wrath. I know people say coffee stunts your growth, but I am a whopping 5' 9" tall. I was always made fun of in school for being so tall but I got through it. I was also always told that I should play basketball because I was so tall. But, just because you're tall, doesn't mean you're any more athletic than the captain of the team. Who I can proudly say I was taller than by at least four inches.

Liam was truly the best thing that ever happened to me. I must say, those other women must be jealous of my right now. Although I am not as attractive as my man, I am still pretty beautiful, according to what he tells me fifty billion times a day.

I lay there on my bed smiling like a complete idiot, as I felt the familiar tickle of some very soft fur on my feet, then my legs, and out from under the quilt popped the most adorable cat ever, my little princess, Maybelle. It really isn't a name I would have picked but my little sister had chosen when she picked her out for me for my birthday last year. My sister had picked her out and told me I must name her Maybelle, or else. I smiled at her warmly and promised her that would be her permanent name. As I thought about that situation, tears started to roll down my cheeks. I remembered how my little sister, no matter the situation, was the happiest little girl in the whole universe. Although she had leukemia, she looked at the glass as half full instead of half empty. Even when I grampa had died that day. She smiled at me and said that grampa was eating roast chicken and singing his country, I laughed as tears rolled down her smiling cheeks, and told her that was exactly what he was doing right then. I remembered her smiling at me telling me about her best friend Allison, in her second-grade class, that she was gossiping about some pretty deep stuff. I started bawling, as I thought about a kindred spirit like hers passing away so young. The last few moments of her life, she whispered to me that she was about to see grampa again. I smiled at her, gently stroking her hair as tears rolled down my cheeks, and I managed to tell her I loved her and that I would be waiting to see her again. She took her last breath, as she smiled and would forever hold that smile. That is one of the reasons I loved her so much, she would smile no matter what. I would now and always remember her smiling as she took her last breath.