In which I am a sappy romantic
Really missed my boyfriend today.
This morning we FB messaged over breakfast because I wanted to make sure he'd contributed to the Nosferatu Kickstarter in my name as a Christmas present, which he had. And we chatted really quick before I had to eat my eggs and leave.
On the ride in I listened to the Awesome Mix Vol. 1 playlist, which just brought up thoughts of this summer, and seeing Guardians of the Galaxy with my boyfriend, twice.
I miss him. Which is ... wow.
That's a big deal. I've never felt this way about someone before.
We spent the whole summer together in that tiny apartment. Got sick of each other in the initial weeks before I started going to the park to read sometimes.
And now we've been apart for ages and ... I think it's been good for me. Which sounds weird but, I'm remembering all the stuff I love about him, how much I love having him around, being with him. How much I can't wait to be back living with him, being all domestic and silly and almost-adults.
And the thought that in a few months, I'm moving out to LA, across the country, to move into a place with him and two of our friends ... that's not scary at all to me. That's comforting. That's exciting. That makes me so, so happy.
So ... yeah. That's where I'm at.
This morning we FB messaged over breakfast because I wanted to make sure he'd contributed to the Nosferatu Kickstarter in my name as a Christmas present, which he had. And we chatted really quick before I had to eat my eggs and leave.
On the ride in I listened to the Awesome Mix Vol. 1 playlist, which just brought up thoughts of this summer, and seeing Guardians of the Galaxy with my boyfriend, twice.
I miss him. Which is ... wow.
That's a big deal. I've never felt this way about someone before.
We spent the whole summer together in that tiny apartment. Got sick of each other in the initial weeks before I started going to the park to read sometimes.
And now we've been apart for ages and ... I think it's been good for me. Which sounds weird but, I'm remembering all the stuff I love about him, how much I love having him around, being with him. How much I can't wait to be back living with him, being all domestic and silly and almost-adults.
And the thought that in a few months, I'm moving out to LA, across the country, to move into a place with him and two of our friends ... that's not scary at all to me. That's comforting. That's exciting. That makes me so, so happy.
So ... yeah. That's where I'm at.