the rorschach cake.

He showed up wearing deep wash denim jeans, a green tee covered by a stripped button-down, and a winter jacket. He also locked his keys in the car. And that’s how I was first able to find him in the parking lot, a 200lbs. man, kicking the passenger-side door, yelling profanities through my cell phone. I giggled and ran over.

First embraces are hard to top. They are the, first date, airport-pickup, haven’t-seen-you-in-a-while, EXPLOSIONS of feeling and wishing and a warmth you didn’t realize you had been missing. So there are hugs, and kisses, and smiles for hours. And cooking, and eating.

It takes about 11 hours and 43 minutes to drive from Chicago to Virginia. Another 11 hours and 43 minutes to get back; and that’s how I knew that JD was completely head over Choo’s in love with me.

The weekend has been great, on Valentine’s Day, we went to Sonic, and saw “He’s Just Not That Into You” and made spaghetti and meatballs. Yet the greatest thing about V-Day was probably my gift. He made me a wonderful, Rorschach (Watchmen!) cake. I took about 20 pictures of it.

This amazing funfetti cake was decorated by HIM the genius. I was so surprised, and touched. Way better than flowers, plus, we were able to share with the whole dorm floor!

Saying goodbye was difficult. We made our rounds, to see my friends, and then it was me, walking him to the car. For the first time since I’ve met him his hands were cold. I asked him why they were so cold and he said they get cold when he is sad. But his hands being cold throw me off like the first steps from a rollarcoaster–wobbly, wrong in a way.

His hands are always warm, and big, strong. They have to be warm because my hands are usually sub-zero. He makes me feel better. and I love it. and I love him, and I love this wonderful Rorschach cake.

Love, Katche.