) I figured I'd do a random blog to help me get through the last hour. So I won't be terribly offended if you stop reading now.Only 5 more days until we meet. Every time I look at my caladar on my wall by my desk my head starts spinning. The past few days I've felt really strangely calm and collected. Everything felt surreal. It still feels surreal, but today my nerves have started kicking in. My head is spinning and my stomache is full of butterflies. We're both really anxious to be together and it's sooooo close! I'm not sure how I'm going to respond to packing this weekend. I think some loud music, some comfort food and lots of sleep are the only things that will help me keep a straight head as we count down the final hours.
I cannot believe how far we've come. We set this date to meet on June 3rd. I've been counting down from 160 days. I have a notebook that I carry around to doodle and write in all the time and on one page I wrote the numbers 1-160 and started crossing them off a day at a time. Eventually I stopped because I had several other places where I was counting down, but I think I'm going to find that page and cross off everyday up to 1-5. Just to see how far we've come.
We just passed our 1 year annaversary of knowing each other. I never would have guessed when I first met him online that it would lead to this.
I've been fighting with a cold the past several days. I was denying it at first, telling myself it was allergies. And that probably cut into my healing time when I was being stubborn and not taking any vitamin C or dayquil or anything. I'm starting to feel a little better now. I just hope it's gone by the time we leave.
I can't wait to sleep next to him. To feel his arm around me and his steady breathing when I wake up to roll over. I can't wait to slip in and out of a sleepy haze as we slowly wake up and snuggle closer together. I can't wait to kiss him good morning and lazily stay in bed until late in the morning.
I can't wait to hold his hand while we walk around and feel his arms slip around my waist from behind as we stop to look at something in the window of a store. I can't wait to see how tall he is compared to me and giggle when he has to bend down to kiss me.
I can't wait to feel his lips on my forehead, on my neck, on my lips. I can't wait to feel his fingers in my hair and his searching hands eager on my skin. I can't wait to feel his skin under my hands and his hair between my fingers.
I can't wait to hear him whisper in my ear and his laugh through his chest. I can't wait to stay up late into the night talking quietly about everything and nothing, occasionally pausing as lips brush a forehead or a hand grazes a shoulder.
I know this blog was extremely long, and I could probably keep going, but I won't. If you actually read this far, well... thanks
Sorry if anything was tmi or redundant, but this blog did it's job. It's time to go home. One more day to cross off in my notebook.
