~Something wonderful happened this weekend.
~Ryan was here, and it was fantastic. I got home early from the concert and fell asleep waiting for him. Amy and Toes got in, and I lept up, thinking it was him. It wasn't, and I moped about to computer for a while. Then...he was here. I bounded for the door and threw my arms around him...and I had him. He was mine.
~We were both tired, so we laid down. But...sleep? after not seeing each other for so long? No. :-)
~One of the things that I've noticed the past few times we've seen each other is that we seem to be...I'm not sure how to describe it. More in tune? I don't know. Everything just seems to fit better.
~I'm afraid of the awkwardness that I used to feel when we'd been apart for a while. It seems to be gone now--forever, I hope, though I doubt that.
~The weekend was so good. I want to describe it, but I can't do it justice. I can sit here and bask in the memory, though.
~We were so busy, but it was so good.
~I really do love him a lot. It seems like everytime I see him, I love him differently. It's not always the burning passiony love. It's sometimes the quiet love. ANd sometimes the painful love. And sometimes, I just want to lay next to him and press my skin to his.~