Jan 31, 2011 12:10
At work, but I wish I wasn't. It's been just over a month of delight now, and all I want to do is be closer to her. I even find myself wondering what it would be like to live with her. All this after only one month.
One month.
She's sick at (her) home right now. I spent yesterday afternoon and last night with her, as she suddenly developed a case of strep throat and a fever, accompanied her from the walk-in clinic to two different pharmacies (the first one didn't have what she needed) and the grocery store before tucking in together to watch ridiculous, delightful '80s movies together (is it just me, or is 'The Addams Family' movie - you know, the one with the good cast, especially the brilliant, sadly missed Raoul Julia - totally freaking hot?). I shall be heading back there tonight, to do what I can to help out. The urge to just hold her and will this infection out of her is almost overwhelming. She feels like home to me.
a.j.,
sick,
relationships