Perfect

the date

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath.

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.

-

A few more months passed in our lives seemingly without incident. Nothing happened that hadn't already been planned in the months prior, which gave us a sense of comfort in a sort. That being said, it could have gone better.

The time following the start of our relationship had passed by insanely quick, partially because of just how fast we fell back into a pattern we thought we had long forgotten. More recently, Mitch and I, and the rest of the band for that matter, had been stuck on the road for nearly a month and a half. As nice as it was to be back touring, at the end of each day, all I wanted was some alone time with Mitch. I learned fairly quickly that he felt the same way. However, before tour started, we agreed to remain silent on what had recently occurred between us. It was a mutual decision, but we didn't initially realize how rough it would be. So of course, the worst part of being surrounded by the crew and band was being unable to be affectionate with one another. We always had been, but it felt worse now that we couldn't really be touchy when we really wanted to.

So once we finally arrived back in LA, we planned a date, our first official one. I made a reservation at a higher end restaurant the day prior because, as usual, I really wanted to spoil him. He had also made plans that day to hang out and talk about wedding plans with Kirstin, but he was still very willing to go have dinner with me.

As night and the time for the reservation approached, I got dressed up and was soon leaving the house. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before I was set to be seated, but as my name was called, I could feel myself start to grow anxious. I checked my phone once I was at a table, but no texts were waiting for me. I began to wonder if he even truly did want to go on a date with me. This would have been one horrible way to find out that he didn't. Maybe he was starting to rethink what had been going on in between us, which again would have been one hell of a way to find out. However, as all these things ran through my head, I didn't let my mind wander to one scenario in particular. While I probably could have handled being stood up by him, I don't think I would have been able to deal with any more serious reason.

A waitress came by a minute or so later, and after pretending to miss her judged glance to the other chair, she asked if I was ready to order. I declined, not wanting to waste any money if I was truly going to be left alone. As she turned her back, I looked to my phone once again in search of any updates. The only one I got was the time glaring back at me, saying that 20 minutes had passed since we agreed to be here. At that point, I truly began debating on whether or not to leave. Once I thought I had decided, I checked my phone one last time. As it was about to fade back to black, a text popped up. A minute later, a second one popped up, quickly followed by a third. I unlocked my phone then, only to have mixed feelings as I read them.

If you're still at the restaurant, please don't leave
I'm so so sorry
Please Scott

While I was happy he was finally acknowledging me, I'd be lying if I said I was completely fine at the moment. A million thoughts clouded my mind, but I was completely unable to create an answer. I sat there for awhile, still baffled, before hearing a quiet, yet far too familiar voice. I looked up to see Mitch headed my way. It was easy for me to tell that he was very tired and just as worried. I stood up as he approached the table, opening my arms for him. He didn't hesitate practically throwing himself into my embrace. I didn't know what happened on his half of the story these past few hours, but at least he was here with me once again.