Counting the Days...
Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, there are 38 days left until the most perfect boy in the world comes home from his mission. 38 days! That seems almost unreal... I've been waiting since last July. Now it's almost here, and I can't wait. 38 days until I have someone here who wants to date me. 38 days until I have a friend who wants to go places, hang out, have fun, take trips, go dancing, and hold me and not let go. 38 days until I have an excuse to get out of this apartment or take my mind off everything weighing it down. He sent me a package this weekend, which was way fun, and cheered me up a lot-- he made me honey butter, and wrote a long letter, and sent me a tape and a picture cd with some videos he had made on his camera on it. They're quite funny... imagine four 21-year-old boys trying to catch a bird in their apartment. And there's one of him playing with a little kid, speaking in Spanish... I'm a fan of him being able to speak to me in two languages. And he does... he writes to me in Spanish quite often... or speaks Spanish sometimes on the tapes he makes me. ::sigh:: 38 days until David comes home and I have a friend... and every day is far too long.