Physically I had prepared for this, but the only time I really started to feel my long-week-and-overly-tired state was this afternoon when I rounded the corner to the Pascal household kitchen and saw Michael for the first time in nine days. I felt just like Oliver does when he sees me upon entering the house after running errands, like I had been holding my shit together for so long, and finally I was in the company of someone I trusted enough to like me even though I wanted to cry. So it feels really good to have all these emotions toward him that I don't normally experience because of our proximity. I missed everything about him, even the scruffy face and his hair twirling.
Now, what I'm about to say shouldn't be taken the wrong way, although I'm certain a few of you will insist on doing so anyway. But, it feels so good to miss my boyfriend. And not just because I get to sleep in a queen-sized bed every night by myself free from having to dodge cold feet. It's healthy to miss someone. It's a longing that is somehow invigorating, and once where I would have been satisfied that we'd talked two times already on the phone and exchanged countless texts, I find myself getting a text message and hoping it's from him.
During the week I longed to get back to my laptop from whatever I was doing so that I could check my email in the off chance that he had Internet access. Which I am about to do right this second, check my email and see if he slept well, ask if we can make super fun plans for this weekend, and then stop and savor this feeling of missing his strong hands holding mine.
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