I hate hope sometimes cause it makes me want something I don’t have and it seems unfair. But our conversations build up the hope cause we talk about how much we want to see each other and that feeds into the hope.
So I kept staring at Harry today, listening to him talk and every now and then kissing him or letting him kiss me. When I’m with him I feel like time stops. It’s the best feeling in the world. When I study his face I know deep down that he’s in my life now forever come what may. He’s part of my heart. I love him. I know me. I know what that means. I’m not sure I know what it means for him. I’ve made the mistake before of transferring my value system onto the expectations of someone else and it kept me from being able to even conceive of the lies that I had to deal with. I would never lie like that therefore he would never lie either. I was wrong. Dead wrong. And I don’t want to be wrong again.
I’ve said before that When Harry Met Sally is one of my favorite movies of all time. I love the banter. The idea that two people who are very different can […]
He needs a house but he’s got a home in me. When I’m with him, no matter where we are I’m good. I know I felt that way in England. And I think he feels the same way here.
The biggest obstacle is not the 6,000 miles but the 8 hours difference. I am going to sleep when he is waking up and I’m waking up in the middle of his afternoon. Typically he is setting his alarm for 6:00 AM and I’m staying up til 1:30 AM. It will be nice to be in the same time zone soon.