OK, so it’s Tuesday. I wish it were Wednesday… I’m tired of waiting. Now I’m wishing I’d just been bad and gone down to the beach. 2 days of peace & quiet, at the beach no less, with someone that digs you? Good grief, in many ways I am an idiot. Maybe there will be another opportunity.
*sigh*
I just want to see him again.
I like the beginning stages. It’s fun.
I like thinking about him, and wondering how his day is going, and when the next time I get to see him is. When do I get to kiss him again?
I want tomorrow to get here. I want to hear about the beach. I want to sit next to him and have him put his head on my shoulder again. I liked it.
Heavens, I sure hope that in 2 weeks I’m not sitting here lamenting the fact that I am an idiot or something.
As of this moment, 26 hours.
So, we’ve basically had 2 encounters. Both have been nice. Damn, I want to smooch that boy again.
It’s been 4 days since I saw him. Wow, I am a dork that I just sat down and figured that out.
