Josh and I rehearsed all day yesterday. It was a long day but I’m feeling pretty good about this dance. We’re ahead of our usual progress at this point in the week so I’m not stressing over it.

He was getting tired by the end of the day and convinced me to take a dinner break. We went over to his apartment and cooked together. I was impressed that he’s gotten pretty good in the kitchen, and the food tasted great.

After dinner he twisted my arm into staying and watching a movie instead of going back to rehearsals. I don’t normally like to slack on rehearsal because we have such limited time but we were exhausted and the dance is coming along really well. We ended up watching “Pitch Perfect 2,” which really wasn’t that good, but we sat close, shared popcorn and about halfway through, he took my hand. At that point, I couldn’t even really focus on the movie. I just kept thinking how good it felt to hold hands. I kept thinking, “if it feels this good to just sit here holding hands, then how can I even question whether or not I’m still in love with him?”

He walked me home and I kept wondering if we had just had a date and where things were going. “I want more nights like this,” he told me when we got to my door. I told him that I did too and then he kissed me all I could think is “I love this man.”

When he pulled away, he said, “you remember this kiss now, okay?” I laughed and nodded and then said, “but not because it’s our final kiss ever.” He smiled at me and said, “not by a long shot.”