Fourth and Fireworks

So apparently Marcus and I are doing holidays together now.

Fourth and Fireworks

This is us before heading to the fireworks downtown - he insisted on the timer photo because “we need to document this.” Document what, exactly? The fact that I’m dating a boy who gets excited about sparklers?

We drove to Raleigh for some big fireworks show and he held my hand the entire walk from the car. In 95 degree heat. Our palms were literally sweating and he just… didn’t let go. I could have pulled away. I probably should have pulled away because gross. But I didn’t.

I think I’m in trouble here. The good kind of trouble. The kind where you stop pretending you’re not completely gone for someone who thinks the Declaration of Independence is “pretty cool, I guess.” Happy 4th, everyone. Try not to blow anything up.