I started school yesterday but I want to write about my break.
fast exciting adventurous fun
and before I knew it....he was in his car “ready” to make his 2000 mile journey back.
I waited 6 months 6 really long months to see him again
on one hand we were very fortunate to spend 2 weeks with each other.
On the other hand, we only got 2 weeks to spend with each other.
it’s crazy how a person can have that much of an effect on another.
I want to travel with him
I want to grow old with him
Hell, I would even have his babies (much to his delight....more so my disdain)
He has been gone for almost two weeks and as much as it doesn’t hurt like the first time (he’ll never admit it but he got really emotional during our parting and even after while he was on the road)
even for me it still kind of hurts. I go home and wonder, how did I do this without him here? even before we were dating we were kind of in this routine sort of...
sometimes I would even ask him if he was sure. if he was so sure that it would be me. sometimes I would tell him, it’s ok to change your mind....just do it before I think you decide to make some really big commitment (apparently he already knew after the first month of us dating again, something else he probably wouldn't admit and has been trying to convince me more of even after 3 years of dating)
My brother was telling me last night “3 years and still no ring? boy better step up....or really Ate, you should take this as a sign”
thing is, he has already made that commitment. we already made that commitment. but he’s right. maybe he might change his mind.
sometimes I pray about it. most times i compare to past relationships i’ve had....compare and see how much better in a way I just so happen to be.
but...it can also change...just like that.