Thursday, was an absolutely gorgeous day. But it wasn’t the typical type of beauty; it was grey and a light rain fell all day. These are my favorite types of days, they seem so romantic to me. Like there’s a veil over the world, I daydreamed about being pulled into a cute little alley with vines growing up the side of a building, and Blaine kissing me passionately. Then we would walk hand in hand down the sidewalk, dressed in our dark pea coats. We’d stumble upon a cute little coffee house that we’d never come across before and stop in. He’d order a medium drip and I a non fat mocha. Then we would walk over to the tan couch by the window chatting about nothing important at all. Not the weather, but other silly things, like juice being on sale at our favorite market, and how we need to get a bigger cabinet for our ever growing tea collection. We would just sit there enjoying each other and our time together.

After we’d successfully reached a caffeine high we would then tie our coats back on and head back out into the drizzle. The sun would start to set and the lampposts that line the sidewalks would pop on, all at once. We’d walk back to our car and he’d open my door for me. Then a wonderful song would play on the radio as we headed back home that we would sing along to. Suddenly; we'd decide to be spontaneous, and go visit the local bookstore, purely because I wanted to smell books.

Walking into a bookstore and inhaling deeply is one of my favorite things in the entire universe. And Blaine knows this, because he is perfect for me. He knows me so well. We’d each grab a hardback of a book we love, (because every one knows that if you have a chance to choose a hardback that’s always the way to go.) Then we’d find overstuffed chairs in the back of the store where there wasn’t very much noise at all and read passages to each other for hours and hours until our tummies growled so loudly that we could hear. We’d leave our chosen books on the chairs, not because we were lazy but because we hoped that if we left them out that others would discover them and fall in love with them too. We were just sharing.

Then we would walk to our favorite sushi restaurant, it’s just across the street; this little hole in the wall sushi joint that we adore. The bell would ding as we walked through the door and we would be greeted by the adorable Asian woman that owns the place. We don’t know each other by name, but we recognize each other. We’d laugh, and catch up on what has been going on in our lives. Blaine and I would share warm sake and spicy salmon rolls. My cheeks would become flushed, they always flush when I drink, even a sip. As we would leave the sushi joint we would wave good bye to the Asian lady who’s name we still don’t know and then step out into the still falling rain. Incredibly the stars would manage to be peeking through the rain clouds. I would press my forehead against the glass and watch the moon seem to follow us as we drive home.

I would look over at the man that I love with all of my heart and sigh a bit. It’s a happy sigh but Blaine would ask “Kurt, what’s wrong.” I would smile at him, and tell him that I was just thinking about how happy he makes me. He always responds with how happy I make him. And the best part is that I know he means it, Blaine is incapable of faking emotion. Which sometimes is good, and other times he could benefit from such a talent. But he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I am so thankful.

The perfect day would end with the love of my life and my best friend curling up behind me with his arm looped around my waist and the fingers of both our right hands intertwined. We would whisper to each other in the dark about the random things that just happen to come to us in our minds. Every few seconds we would admit that we needed to go to sleep, tomorrow was a busy day, yet we kept talking, neither one of us wanting to be without the other, even in sleep. Finally, we would both drift off. Nights that end as this keep me from even dreaming, what’s there to dream about when you have perfection. He is perfection, my perfection, and together we make perfection.

But in reality, it’s just a rainy Thursday and I am alone, in a city of millions, with only a broken heart and an eight hour shift scheduled for today.