All I can do is pathetically think about Action. Scott. Baby. Babe. My boyfriend. Mine and mine alone. Sitting in the dark in his shirt and wishing it’d be March already so I can mini vacation in his dorm room and play homeless. I want nothing more than to be around him always. It’s idiotic how attached I’ve become in a short amount of time. I could never even express to anyone how wonderful he makes me feel. He’s the perfect balance of someone to take care of and teach, yet someone to better me inside and out. And knowing he feels the same way I do, I get chills and my eyes tear up and I can’t think straight. I’m more than sure I’ve fallen, and fallen hard as an egg onto concrete. I love how slow it was in its fruition. Laying in the bathtub and making the connection, my heart ached in the moment, knowing I couldn’t just walk into the living room, tell him and get my, “I’m so in love with you, never leave my side” kiss. I miss him so much it’s depressing and it’s barely day two. Just going to work my hardest until I get to a place to where I don’t have to miss him anymore. Or at least when I do miss him, it’s because he’s in class. Or at work. I want to be able to sleep and wake up to him looking at me every night/day. I want to creep on him while watching movies. I wanna cheer him on when he plays his video games so I can watch the story line progress. I want to help him pay for an apartment and books for his schooling, clothes and useless knicknacks. I want to panic about Penelope together in the comfort of his arms. I want to watch his eyes light up every time I say “I love you.” There are so many things I have to look forward to with him I can’t even describe my excitement. I don’t want perfection, I want pure happiness. And gentlemen, I’ve found it.
