Just journaling. Last night was fun with the s. We did the walk-through then talked with one of the guys he'll be living with. Then we ate at a sub place he likes.
Felt a little anxious as I drove home, but I just told myself to knock it off. Funny, I was ok when I walked in the door.
H was very tired and said he'd had a long day. He'd worked hard all day and was just dragging. I had brought him a cookie from the sub place and he kissed me to say thank you.
I kissed him back and he kissed me a few times. He was literally falling asleep sitting there, so I said why don't you go to bed? Instead he kind of napped on the couch a while. I finally woke him up at 9 and he headed back to the bedroom. I got another kiss goodnight. Still in separate bedrooms.
In the morning I again jumped in the shower with him. Got more sweet kisses and really enjoyed just feeling his arms around me. I kept thinking in my head that I have to stop telling him I love him and keep showing him.
After the shower when I was half dressed he asked if I would like to ml. I said that I would. It was so sweet and tender and passionate. Its been important to me that he initiated, so it was very special that he did. I hadn't planned this and that was what made it important. I know that a man doesn't ml and not feel a connection.
He rode his motorcycle to work, which means I need to plan for an activity after work, as he will most likely not be home until after dark tonight. That's all right. I can do this!
The message I wrote on the mirror this morning I found in a book with essays about love. (I really have to work at this - have difficulty sometimes coming up with my own.) I can't remember it exactly, but its about how people that never take a risk don't really understand the game. That people that succeed in love know that it means taking a risk. That there is more pain and emptiness in never taking the risk.
You know something? I just found all of the little notes I've been writing him. He's collected all of them in the trunk of his car. I thought he'd been throwing them away, but he kept them. I think that says something positive, don't you guys?
Me 45, H 46, S 23, M 26, Together 30, Bomb 6-2-08, S 6-19-08; H left 12-29-08. H home 12-09, Still MLC in 2012! Me- I have my big girl panties on. Bring it.