I'm breathing fumes. A middle aged man in an orange shirt stood at the bottom of the escalator anxiously waiting the arrival of his significant other with a rose in his hand. He kept pacing about, nervously. He stood there for quite a while, but then got discouraged and sat down. I kept my eye on him, I wanted to watch who he was meeting. I lost him, he wasn't sitting down and he wasn't in his usual standing place. But then through the crowd I saw his bright orange shirt. Standing next to him was a woman in a pink shirt, holding the rose, kissing him lovingly on the lips. It was one of the most romantic things I've seen ever. We've been together 8 months today. Tomorrow we are going house shopping in Cedar City. Its not a house for us, but a house just the same. I got to thinking about living with him. I'm pretty sure I would like it. I'm pretty sure I like him. scratch that. I know I love him.