what a wonderful world
So it's Sunday. Tomorrow starts the new class period for all students at ISU. And I am not there. It's really weird, thinking that my friends are out partying and "being free" and just doing what I love to do, and I'm here working. ;) At least I can save us some money and work out and get that rock hard body I've always wanted. I shall be a hottie....just give me some time. ;)
On another note, Rich left for ISU last night. Yesterday was a lovely day. We spent the whole day together, got lunch, shopped and just cuddled and walked with our hands in each others back pockets, being as many friends call, "sickeningly sweet". Say what you want kids, but he is all mine and I love it. We did all things that were Pud. I won't reveal all the details, because some are images and thoughts I save in a special place just for myself, but I will say this: He played my guitar for me, all Spanish love songs, and as he sat on my bed shirtless and strumming the guitar, I saw all things that are beautiful in the world. The music dripped from his fingers to the instrument in hand and the notes were melodic and sweet as they seeped into the cracks in the walls as well as danced through my mind. I saw beauty, I saw his mother in him, I saw his soft quiet side, I saw his intensity and his determination and I saw his passion. I saw beauty.
He promised that he will graduate this year and that we will "level out" and that it will just be us. that we will make it, and I believe him in ways that can't be explained. Seeing him go broke my heart, but his running back to me again and again to give me one last reassuring hug or soft kiss or kiss my forehead in such a tender way, made me feel loved like I have never been loved before. I am a love struck girl in a love struck world.
On another note, Rich left for ISU last night. Yesterday was a lovely day. We spent the whole day together, got lunch, shopped and just cuddled and walked with our hands in each others back pockets, being as many friends call, "sickeningly sweet". Say what you want kids, but he is all mine and I love it. We did all things that were Pud. I won't reveal all the details, because some are images and thoughts I save in a special place just for myself, but I will say this: He played my guitar for me, all Spanish love songs, and as he sat on my bed shirtless and strumming the guitar, I saw all things that are beautiful in the world. The music dripped from his fingers to the instrument in hand and the notes were melodic and sweet as they seeped into the cracks in the walls as well as danced through my mind. I saw beauty, I saw his mother in him, I saw his soft quiet side, I saw his intensity and his determination and I saw his passion. I saw beauty.
He promised that he will graduate this year and that we will "level out" and that it will just be us. that we will make it, and I believe him in ways that can't be explained. Seeing him go broke my heart, but his running back to me again and again to give me one last reassuring hug or soft kiss or kiss my forehead in such a tender way, made me feel loved like I have never been loved before. I am a love struck girl in a love struck world.