Friday came pretty darn quick. I went shopping on Wednesday and I made sure to drag Cyrus along with me. I thought he would be annoyed by my shopping, but he was the opposite.
He actively chose dresses for me that he thought would suit me. He went from store to store with me, carrying the shopping bags. He stood there patiently when I kept changing into hundreds of dresses.
And when I finally chose what I wanted, he paid for it. He took out his black card—which I didn't know he owned—and paid for everything I bought. A beautiful green gown with some silver accessories and matching silver heels.
So I offered to buy something for him, but he refused, which isn't fair because he has bought me so many clothes before too. And I haven't bought him a single gift as a girlfriend. Yes, we are back to being girlfriend and boyfriend.
From my side, obviously, for Cyrus, we had never broken up; we were just going through a phase. But I digress.
