I was gone for a bit. Not on purpose, but mostly because I find it difficult to write lately. I’ve struggled with my news stories and putting down any kind of written word, fact or fiction. Anyway.. it’s spring break now. I’m in Louisiana with my boyfriend. I have to leave tomorrow to go back home, and I hate it. I hate leaving him, but I honestly feel like he might be ready to be alone again.
I don’t know why I get that feeling, but I do.
Today was wonderful. Actually, the whole weekend with him has been pretty great. He was recently switched to nights (11pm-6am) and it actually worked out in our favor. We hang out, he goes to work around 11, I stay up for a while, fall asleep, he comes back between 3 and 6. Not bad, cos then we both go back to sleep and wake up around noon or so and do things until he goes back to work at 11. Today we went to the boardwalk for dinner and it was just really nice. It’s been chilly while I’ve been here but today it happened to be sunny and the wind died down so it was really beautiful. We ran errands, walked around the boardwalk.. it was great. I forget how playful he can be but days like today remind me.
Honestly, I wish I didn’t have to go back home. Friday night we went to his friend’s house (a married couple.) They just found out they’re going to have a baby, and they’re pretty excited about it. They’ve been trying for a long time. As much as I don’t really care to have a family just now, I wish I could get married. I wish I could marry him and move down here. I’d be content seeing him every day, even if he wouldn’t want to see me every day. I miss him so much when I’m away, but it somehow seems I miss him even more when I’m with him. I’m a thinker.. I just think too much. When I’m here, I think about leaving. When I’m gone, I think about being away from him. So in all reality I just miss him all the time.
I’ll write more later when I get back home, but for now I’m going to curl up in his bed and read some more Harry Potter. I’m reading the fourth one again. I tend to start with the fourth one and read through to the seventh. I don’t like reading the first three for whatever reason. It might be that I’ve already read them so many times. I’ve read the first through fourth tons of times and the fourth through seventh tons of times, but I enjoy the latter half better. The first through third is just.. ugh. I can practically quote the entire books haha. I’m a Potterhead. Oh well.
Back into the Goblet of Fire we go, time for the Yule Ball! Good night.