I went to a church thing tonight. There was a time when I used to think I was going to burn in hell. Eh, now...I don't care. I'm happy; that's all that matters.
I miss Chris terribly. I brought a picture of us home with me, and now it sits by my bed. Ah, my bed. He was the last one to sleep in it, and I just wrapped up in the sheets knowing that he was there. I remember waking up early one morning when he was here and crawling into bed with him. He looked a little groggy and his hair was a mess, but when he wrapped his arms around me I melted. It's moments like that I wish would last forever. The feather-soft kisses on my forehead, his finger running down my arm - they still give me butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Oh, I miss him.
I was texting him a little while ago while watching Dodgeball with the fam. I wish I could call him, but my phone is being stupid and blah blah blah. I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow.
I miss him. I miss him. I miss him. I miss him.
I'll see him sometime after Christmas, hopefully.
I didn't intend this entry to be about me whining about how I can't spend time with Chris. Oh well. Things happen. It's snowing.