Oh My Goood!!!!
So I just got back from seeing Wicked. All I can is A Ma Zing!!! It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Then again, I might be a bit biased seeing how it was my first show. And no the stupid Cabaret Nick took me to see last year doesn't count. Wow. This musical makes me see The Wizard of Oz in a whole new light. It's amazing. My little was so surprised and happy that i was taking her to see it.
Speaking of which, I have a little sister!! Hehe. Her name is Kristen and she's so adorable!! She fits into our family perfectly. She's a Disney Fan like me so you know I had to have her. It's great because she wanted me as her big too. She was so happy when she found out today. So YAY!!!
Lately I've been a lil.....well...down. I miss Nick. There's no other way to say it other than I miss him. I'm grateful that I have someone in my life who loves me as much as I love him, even though we have to keep it a secret from some people. I love him, and I wish I could move in with him when I graduate, but I could never ask him to transfer to Florida just to be with me. I miss him so much. We hardly talk anymore. I think that plus the fact that I hardly ever see him makes it almost seem like a dream. I know if he reads this, it probably won't make him very happy, but he has to know. This hasn't been easy for me. This hasn't been easy for me at all. I loved him so much. I was going to marry him. The only thing that kept me from eloping was having the common sense to not get married while still in college. That and the fact that we wouldn't have ne place to live when we got married and I wasn't going to be a married couple, living in his mother's house. But I loved him so much. He needed me. I know that might sound like I'm deluding myself, but he really did. I understood something he went through when he was a kid, and I was more understanding than others would be in terms of the results of that incident. I miss things about him. I miss holding his hand while one of us is driving. I miss climbing into his truck. I miss him coming over to my dorm just to be able to sleep with me beside him. I miss him introducing me to new movies, or having him call me to come to the station to bring him food, when it was just an excuse to have me there. I miss so much about him. Most of the time, I don't think about him. But I have been lately, because what would have been our second year is approaching, as well as the one year since everything happened. I realized the other day that my children could have very well been in danger from him. I don't need ne one to tell me that I'm lucky I was able to get out while I could. What everyone seems to forget is that my hand was forced. I didn't want to get out of a relationship with him, I wanted to work everything out. There wasn't a single problem that we had that couldn't have been worked out. No one could possibly understand how much it hurts, and how a little piece inside me dies because he didn't want to try. Especially when it was always him who played that role. When he realized just how hard it would be, he bailed. He left me to fight through this alone. Just because I never want to be with him again doesn't mean that I stopped loving him. I still do. There have been a few times lately where I've cried over that, and the fact that I will forever miss him, and the little things. It's the little things about a relationship that makes it so meaningful.
Speaking of which, I have a little sister!! Hehe. Her name is Kristen and she's so adorable!! She fits into our family perfectly. She's a Disney Fan like me so you know I had to have her. It's great because she wanted me as her big too. She was so happy when she found out today. So YAY!!!
Lately I've been a lil.....well...down. I miss Nick. There's no other way to say it other than I miss him. I'm grateful that I have someone in my life who loves me as much as I love him, even though we have to keep it a secret from some people. I love him, and I wish I could move in with him when I graduate, but I could never ask him to transfer to Florida just to be with me. I miss him so much. We hardly talk anymore. I think that plus the fact that I hardly ever see him makes it almost seem like a dream. I know if he reads this, it probably won't make him very happy, but he has to know. This hasn't been easy for me. This hasn't been easy for me at all. I loved him so much. I was going to marry him. The only thing that kept me from eloping was having the common sense to not get married while still in college. That and the fact that we wouldn't have ne place to live when we got married and I wasn't going to be a married couple, living in his mother's house. But I loved him so much. He needed me. I know that might sound like I'm deluding myself, but he really did. I understood something he went through when he was a kid, and I was more understanding than others would be in terms of the results of that incident. I miss things about him. I miss holding his hand while one of us is driving. I miss climbing into his truck. I miss him coming over to my dorm just to be able to sleep with me beside him. I miss him introducing me to new movies, or having him call me to come to the station to bring him food, when it was just an excuse to have me there. I miss so much about him. Most of the time, I don't think about him. But I have been lately, because what would have been our second year is approaching, as well as the one year since everything happened. I realized the other day that my children could have very well been in danger from him. I don't need ne one to tell me that I'm lucky I was able to get out while I could. What everyone seems to forget is that my hand was forced. I didn't want to get out of a relationship with him, I wanted to work everything out. There wasn't a single problem that we had that couldn't have been worked out. No one could possibly understand how much it hurts, and how a little piece inside me dies because he didn't want to try. Especially when it was always him who played that role. When he realized just how hard it would be, he bailed. He left me to fight through this alone. Just because I never want to be with him again doesn't mean that I stopped loving him. I still do. There have been a few times lately where I've cried over that, and the fact that I will forever miss him, and the little things. It's the little things about a relationship that makes it so meaningful.