and if they try to tell you love fades with time...
...tell them theres no such thing as time.
chip came friday evening. watching him come down the escalator at the airport as i waited in the baggage claim area was the most exciting experience of my life, and walking away from him as he got in the security line on tuesday afternoon was one of the hardest. the inbetween time was nothing but perfect. i cant decide if i want to talk endlessly about every single detail, or keep it all to myself and never leave my room again. i wish there was some way to describe how incredible he is, but i dont know how. its disgusting, but im genuinely jealous of myself for being lucky enough to have someone like him. he fucking went with me to hang out with my grandparents. i mean, honestly. the thirty six hours since he left have been so completely devoid of touch... i cant stand it. i apologize in advance for being emo in the near future. please be patient with me; i dont even know when im going to see him again.
(i arranged my itunes to play in alphabetical order by song name. i am currently listening to the 55 songs on my playlist that start with the letter "i." its all very sesame street. i currently have 895 songs. that is not enough.
i finally got mongolian tonight with dan, after craving it for over a week. it was very anticlimactic. i decided that even though its good, i dont enjoy paying $20 to handle raw meat. raw meat is not my favorite. in fact, i would go so far as to say that i distinctly dislike it.
i am putting all of this in parentheses because it is not even on the same scale of importance as the paragraph about chip. if i didnt feel strongly about music/raw meat, i wouldnt have included it at all.)
you were so careful... thank you. i love you.
chip came friday evening. watching him come down the escalator at the airport as i waited in the baggage claim area was the most exciting experience of my life, and walking away from him as he got in the security line on tuesday afternoon was one of the hardest. the inbetween time was nothing but perfect. i cant decide if i want to talk endlessly about every single detail, or keep it all to myself and never leave my room again. i wish there was some way to describe how incredible he is, but i dont know how. its disgusting, but im genuinely jealous of myself for being lucky enough to have someone like him. he fucking went with me to hang out with my grandparents. i mean, honestly. the thirty six hours since he left have been so completely devoid of touch... i cant stand it. i apologize in advance for being emo in the near future. please be patient with me; i dont even know when im going to see him again.
(i arranged my itunes to play in alphabetical order by song name. i am currently listening to the 55 songs on my playlist that start with the letter "i." its all very sesame street. i currently have 895 songs. that is not enough.
i finally got mongolian tonight with dan, after craving it for over a week. it was very anticlimactic. i decided that even though its good, i dont enjoy paying $20 to handle raw meat. raw meat is not my favorite. in fact, i would go so far as to say that i distinctly dislike it.
i am putting all of this in parentheses because it is not even on the same scale of importance as the paragraph about chip. if i didnt feel strongly about music/raw meat, i wouldnt have included it at all.)
you were so careful... thank you. i love you.