This weekend was too short, and not enough of it was spent with just the person I really wanted to be with. Sometimes he doesn't seem to want to make just "us" time. Saturday it felt like I had an epiphany about it, as if he has gotten used to us being apart, and it doesn't really bother him that it bothers me. That, in of itself, bothers me. Luckily, I was just being my usual self by over-thinking everything and jumping to conclusions.
Today, after I finally got back to my campus and finished putting up the stuff I took home and finished an online quiz for class, I noticed I had missed a call from him. I listened to the voice-mail, and got all teary-eyed. He just wanted to call and tell me he’d gotten back into his town, and wanted to tell me goodnight and that he loves me. Something as simple as that voice-mail makes me remember how blessed I am to have him. He’s mine, and no one else’s. He will forever be my always. And I love him to the moon and back.
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