home again, home again
He dropped me off today. We made it from Little Rock to Fayetteville in and amazing 2.5 hours, after a romp in the park and lunch at an "award-winning" pizza place.
He brought back my pillow, but let me keep his.
We talked, hugged, kissed and said our goodbyes on the inside stairs, then again at my door. As he was about to get in his car, I ran out to give him one last hug and kiss and went back to watch from my open door. He waved just as he drove off. I waved back, but I don't think he saw.
As I closed the door I had an urge to run outside and watch his car a little longer, but I knew it was already gone around the corner by then. I just wanted to be near him, the car, the things surrounding him. I wanted not to be left behind.
I feel dumb and overly girly, claustrophobic, lonely, sad to the pit of my stomach, and hopeful about a whole lot of things.
I think the world is conspiring to keep me from seeing the end of The Notebook, but just maybe I'll watch Monk Season Three instead. I finished a book Tuesday (Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister) and started another yesterday (Going After Cacciato, although it might be a little to war drama-y for my taste, but I'll be damned if Tomcat in Love didn't rock my socks off).
He brought back my pillow, but let me keep his.
We talked, hugged, kissed and said our goodbyes on the inside stairs, then again at my door. As he was about to get in his car, I ran out to give him one last hug and kiss and went back to watch from my open door. He waved just as he drove off. I waved back, but I don't think he saw.
As I closed the door I had an urge to run outside and watch his car a little longer, but I knew it was already gone around the corner by then. I just wanted to be near him, the car, the things surrounding him. I wanted not to be left behind.
I feel dumb and overly girly, claustrophobic, lonely, sad to the pit of my stomach, and hopeful about a whole lot of things.
I think the world is conspiring to keep me from seeing the end of The Notebook, but just maybe I'll watch Monk Season Three instead. I finished a book Tuesday (Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister) and started another yesterday (Going After Cacciato, although it might be a little to war drama-y for my taste, but I'll be damned if Tomcat in Love didn't rock my socks off).