Let go.

What:  (More) Toasted Head Chardonnay. Apparently I love this wine.

Well, I think wrote last on like August 22. I caved and texted Boston on Sunday, got a quick but unsatisfying reply. I was adamant about not contacting him onward, and, happily, I got a text from him Monday afternoon that said “4 more nights! You’ve been getting my first and last thoughts of each day.” Swoon.

So, so, sooo what I needed to hear.

On Tuesday, in as much of a non-neurotic tone as I could feign, I told him it’s reassuring to hear that because when I don’t hear from him for a weekend at a time, it makes me think I must have misjudged our whole “thing.”

So, really, from that point onward, I’ve been getting a lot  more phone calls. I feel excited about Boston again, thank God, and Friday finally comes…

I get there (after a 3 hour delay…) and it’s wonderful again. We spent three days and nights on each other, in each other’s heads, laughing together, doing sickly romantic things together. He made me breakfast Saturday and Sunday, which was adorable  beyond words. Made sweet lurve morning, noon, and night, and it was just perfect.

Monday comes, it’s finally time to leave, and here come the tears. He leaves me at the airport, and I cry some more. I cry because I don’t know when I’ll feel so happy and safe again. There’s no end in sight for this feeling…

I arrive home, and the phone calls have been frequent, which I’ve appreciated beyond measure. He’s tentatively scheduled to come down at the end of September, and I can’t wait! I don’t know what little Andria has gotten herself into this time, but it makes her smile an awful lot. <3 <3 <3

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