I found a note on my bed when I got home from Oliver that was really sweet, signed “Love Oliver.” I wrote him a note in Tagalog in reply with the English translation inside (just in case Google Translate did not do its job). We went grocery shopping, and I was touched when he asked my opinion on a few things like what kind of body wash to get. We went back to my apartment. He held my hand across the table while eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My roommate, Melissa, came and put her hand on ours and said “Oh tender” (a common phrase in our apartment). While Oliver was leaving, he said that he loved my hair. Then, we said those three little words to each other, and he gave me a kiss goodnight.