I'm in Chicago for a short layover and I'm having a hard time keeping myself together. it was absolutely wonderful to see the man of my dreams for the weekend. He was surprised and happy to see me too. :-)

It was wonderful to spend time together-the only time we were apart for more than 20 minutes was when we were sleeping, which I was (sort of) okay with. We choose not to sleep in the same room because of decisions we made at the beginning of our relationship. I love and respect him, and I know he feels the same way, so it is easy for us to stick to those rules.

I really do not want to get on this plane, but there is nothing for me here in Chicago. I miss him and I just saw him. My heart feels like part of me is missing and I know that it won't be healed until I am with him again.

May isn't that far away, right? :-(