he'll be in Kuwait for about a month, then they move into Iraq. so i won't hear from him for at least a month.
this is the guy who, after i'd had a really bad day and could barely look him in the eye, surprised me by lighting somewhere between 50 and 60 candles all over my room, brought me chamomile tea, had a plate full of chocolates and some pretty flowers next to my bed, and insisted that he was giving me a foot, hand, and back massage and then i was going to sleep. it was wonderful and, needless to say, it made me feel a lot better.
this is the guy who actually loves my goofiness
who i can talk about absolutely anything with
and is the best dance partner ever.
but this stupid fucking war got in the way.