Us

Some days, there just isn't enough time...

You can spend the whole week racing to get to a weekend. And then the weekend arrives and you have a great couple of days — really, really great days — and it's just not enough time. And that sucks. At the risk of sounding girlie and co-dependent, it feels like there's never enough time when it comes to my guy. And it doesn't matter what we do. We can run around, chill here, go to lunch or do all of the above, and when it's time for him to go ... it plain sucks. And it's not because I'm feeling needy or I'm afraid I won't see him again. It will sound trite and corny, but life really is better when he's around. Everything is right with my little world. He makes my heart glad.

I'd like to get to the point where we don't have to say goodbye at the end of the night. Yeah, that cohabitation thang. Need to work on getting some money and/or winning the lottery. But yeah. Things are fantabulous because we're us. And that's pretty freakin cool.