Sunday & Monday
I was planning on sleeping all day Sunday, and didn’t get up until 4pm. Then I went and met Olivia, Matt iceboy03, and Eileen at the Hard Rock Hotel Pool bar. We went “in” the Jacuzzi for a while, it was so nice. After that we went over to the Parliament house to meet up with Andy. While there I got a text message from Aaron, but I didn’t feel like answering it right then. Olivia and I stayed for a beer and left to go downtown. Went to the Back Booth and watched horrible Karaoke. I got another text, which I did answer. Then he said to call him. So I did. He asked if I would have her drop me off there and he would take me home. We went over to Wall Street Cantina after the Backbooth, and then she dropped me off at Aaron’s on the way home. I stayed there for the night. It felt good to sleep in the arms of someone that I care so much about again. Especially in this case. It took me so long to get over him (if I ever did?) I thought it would never happen.
It was very nice, and felt like nothing had changed, although a lot had in the past year (obviously). We talked for hours about anything and everything. I called out of work to spend the whole day with him. We lay around until about 4:30 - then he decided that we were hungry. So he cooked dinner and we watched a couple movies. By the time 10:30 came around he wanted to watch another movie, but I really wasn’t feeling well and said I better go home. He dropped me off. I now feel comfortable with the thought that he is doing okay. I won’t have to worry about him as much. He's doing okay. *and that thought makes me smile* Just because this happened in no way means we are back together, I am going to try to use my head this time, before my heart gets to mixed up in it too much again. One day at a time..
It was very nice, and felt like nothing had changed, although a lot had in the past year (obviously). We talked for hours about anything and everything. I called out of work to spend the whole day with him. We lay around until about 4:30 - then he decided that we were hungry. So he cooked dinner and we watched a couple movies. By the time 10:30 came around he wanted to watch another movie, but I really wasn’t feeling well and said I better go home. He dropped me off. I now feel comfortable with the thought that he is doing okay. I won’t have to worry about him as much. He's doing okay. *and that thought makes me smile* Just because this happened in no way means we are back together, I am going to try to use my head this time, before my heart gets to mixed up in it too much again. One day at a time..