Sucky Sundays.

Not all Sundays are bad, in fact not every part of the Sunday is bad... but when Drew comes over anymore, it's to stay the entire weekend (which I freakn love). He comes over Friday, usually within an hour or so of me getting off work, and he stays until late Sunday night. Saying goodbye is always the hardest, though. I get some comfortable with him here, and I love falling asleep and waking up with him. We go out to eat, play video games, watch movies, hang out with friends, have copious amounts of sex, etcetera. Just being around him is great. We don't get tired of each other, we've never even come close to having an argument, it's just a great time for two days straight. So when Sunday night rolls around, and he gets that dreaded text message from his ride letting him know he's on his way, I get instantly sad. Last time I get to see his face, last kiss, last hug, last cuddles, last smile, last time I get to feel his skin against mine, last time I get to run my fingers through his sexy curls... for at least 5 days, sometimes 12 (he doesn't get to come down every weekend) and it just bums me out.

I just try to take comfort in knowing that at least he's close enough to where if either of us really needed each other, we could get to each other. I try to take comfort in knowing that at least I get to see him once every week or two, instead of once every three months like my previous boyfriend. It isn't always easy though.

I feel confident that if I had my own place he would have moved in with me by now. I know that sounds nuts to some of you, seeing as how I've only known him for 2 months and 2 days, and have been in a relationship for slightly less time, but neither of us have ever had anything feel so right. It feels natural. It feels healthy.

I miss him.

He sprayed my bed with his cologne (Curve Crush anyone?) before he left. :tongue: Kinda looking forward to going to bed tonight now!

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Awwwwww, yeppers I knowz that feeling. I suffer as well, yet don't have the pleasure of holding or being held in ones arms. Yet the only thing that keeps me from being lost, is the sound of her voice as every bit of her emotion holds me so. :eek:)

Ye be one of the few peeps I noticed on ze blogs when I started, and to see ya go from a wilting daisy to a wild orchid makes me happy that I am not the only one that has been touched so. Yet we both can only hope others will have their life be changed as well, as we are not afraid to share our experiences openly. :eek:)

Glad to see ya be poppin in time to time, as it has been lengthy, and can leave us thinking Drew absconded with ya or yer lost by a terrible ending.
 

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