I'm just hanging out waiting for Z to get back from work. I am so glad to get a few days living together again. I feel like I'm home when I get to lean on his shoulder, hold his hand, fall asleep next to him. This blog is supposed to be about sex, I know, so bear with me being a bit sappy here. I haven't felt comfortable, at home, satisfied for about a month now, and after this week I don't know when I can expect another visit with him. I am just trying to soak up as much contentment as I can while I'm here so that I can make it through however long it will take to get to do this again.
I'm enjoying all of the little things: shopping for groceries and planning meals had been our domain when we were living with our friends. I'm itching to start dinner now, but I want it to be warm when he gets home, so I have to wait a bit longer.
I cannot wait until this can be normal again. I'd give just about anything for this week to just keep going forever.
In conclusion, long distance relationships suck, but this week fucking rocks.
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