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More than a few things to say this time around.
Jose arrived last Thursday, and it was, dude, really. It was great. I went to the airport with his parents and his sister, and we stood right outside the whatever it's called thing. *g* However, there were two doors, the one on the right, where we were waiting, and the one on the left. Because it was this see through glass thing, we could see the people getting past security. About an hour after the plane landed, he finally, finally got through everything he had to get through, and we saw him! So I called out his name and he kinda just glanced over us and TOTALLY WENT THROUGH THE OTHER SIDE! So we run to the door on the left and then he finally saw us, and he was making his way to the door on the right, so we run all the way back to the door on the right! I pushed a couple of people out of my way (hee) and threw myself into his arms and kissed him and gave him the red baloon I bought for him.
I'll add pictures soon, because I'm blackberryless, his mom had to take the picture. *shrugs*
What else? Well, at first it felt weird, having him back. I mean, dude, eight months. I'd gotten used to doing things my way and being alone, I guess.
Yesterday, I left work at lunchtime so we could go out and have lunch together. He kept telling me, "you're weird", and he was right, I was weird. It felt... weird to have him there. It felt like... I don't even know how to explain it. I was fine when he was over there, because I knew he was fine and I could talk to him five times a day. But with him here... He's gonna leave again, you know? How can I enjoy the time I have with him if he's gonna leave again?
We had planned to go and buy lunch and then, well. It's been eight months, and you can all guess what we wanted to do, huh? We got lunch from E.Wong and I got a hamburger from McD and a McFlurry to boot.
When we got to the hotel room, it was... it was nice. It was comfortable. We knew each other, we hadn't forgotten that. But it felt... odd. And at one point, I just hugged him and started crying. *sighs* I had missed him. For eight months I had been fine, I had handled it. But then he comes back and I don't know how to handle that. He's going back, damn it, and I wish he wasn't. So I cried, and he hugged me and said, "you were holding that back, huh? You just hate being a girl," and he's right, and I do. I hate being the girl that misses the boy and is jealous and that kind of thing. And he knows. After that, well, it went great. We still knew each other, and our bodies knew each other and it was great.
Afterwards we went to the movies, to "The Battle of the brides" or something like that, and it was fun! Ten minutes into the movie, I realized he was leaning to the other side of the seat! Totally away from me. "Habit," he said, and of course, because when he goes to his friends, it's not like he can snuggle to them. *g* So I snuggled up to him and we sat the way we always did and it was like being back in time, eight months ago. Nothing had changed. We could totally pick up where we left off. *nods* I'm so relieved.
What else? Well, the moving continues. My mom is doing most of the hard work, mostly because if it were up to me, I'd just throw it all to the trash and move with my clothes and that's it. I'm weird like that.
They say the apartment will be done by the end of March or first week of April. *sighs* That's gonna be a pain in the ass epic proportions. Jose is so very glad he won't be here to move heavy things around. *giggles*
Now, I'm off to watch something and pretend my mom isn't boxing stuff up downstairs.
Jose arrived last Thursday, and it was, dude, really. It was great. I went to the airport with his parents and his sister, and we stood right outside the whatever it's called thing. *g* However, there were two doors, the one on the right, where we were waiting, and the one on the left. Because it was this see through glass thing, we could see the people getting past security. About an hour after the plane landed, he finally, finally got through everything he had to get through, and we saw him! So I called out his name and he kinda just glanced over us and TOTALLY WENT THROUGH THE OTHER SIDE! So we run to the door on the left and then he finally saw us, and he was making his way to the door on the right, so we run all the way back to the door on the right! I pushed a couple of people out of my way (hee) and threw myself into his arms and kissed him and gave him the red baloon I bought for him.
I'll add pictures soon, because I'm blackberryless, his mom had to take the picture. *shrugs*
What else? Well, at first it felt weird, having him back. I mean, dude, eight months. I'd gotten used to doing things my way and being alone, I guess.
Yesterday, I left work at lunchtime so we could go out and have lunch together. He kept telling me, "you're weird", and he was right, I was weird. It felt... weird to have him there. It felt like... I don't even know how to explain it. I was fine when he was over there, because I knew he was fine and I could talk to him five times a day. But with him here... He's gonna leave again, you know? How can I enjoy the time I have with him if he's gonna leave again?
We had planned to go and buy lunch and then, well. It's been eight months, and you can all guess what we wanted to do, huh? We got lunch from E.Wong and I got a hamburger from McD and a McFlurry to boot.
When we got to the hotel room, it was... it was nice. It was comfortable. We knew each other, we hadn't forgotten that. But it felt... odd. And at one point, I just hugged him and started crying. *sighs* I had missed him. For eight months I had been fine, I had handled it. But then he comes back and I don't know how to handle that. He's going back, damn it, and I wish he wasn't. So I cried, and he hugged me and said, "you were holding that back, huh? You just hate being a girl," and he's right, and I do. I hate being the girl that misses the boy and is jealous and that kind of thing. And he knows. After that, well, it went great. We still knew each other, and our bodies knew each other and it was great.
Afterwards we went to the movies, to "The Battle of the brides" or something like that, and it was fun! Ten minutes into the movie, I realized he was leaning to the other side of the seat! Totally away from me. "Habit," he said, and of course, because when he goes to his friends, it's not like he can snuggle to them. *g* So I snuggled up to him and we sat the way we always did and it was like being back in time, eight months ago. Nothing had changed. We could totally pick up where we left off. *nods* I'm so relieved.
What else? Well, the moving continues. My mom is doing most of the hard work, mostly because if it were up to me, I'd just throw it all to the trash and move with my clothes and that's it. I'm weird like that.
They say the apartment will be done by the end of March or first week of April. *sighs* That's gonna be a pain in the ass epic proportions. Jose is so very glad he won't be here to move heavy things around. *giggles*
Now, I'm off to watch something and pretend my mom isn't boxing stuff up downstairs.