What I'm wearing, H****, Wet K****,
Where's my ***d, Where's his h***,
Shower, Bed, Holiday plans.
Yesterday evening, after a long while, and a great long while at that, Bakry and I finally got down to contacting each other with an ancient invention called the telephone. He said Hi, and all of Microsoft's efforts at taking online conversation to the fifth dimension fell flat. Web-camming and MSN's with smilies?...Couldn't live up to the pleasure that hearing his voice brought. (I know, I should get the mic and my cam fixed. Huh.)
Conversations over the whimsical little fantasies we have for ourselves.
I don't normally (if ever) feel this way with people. It's usually silly to feel this way. All that's rational in you tells you your stupid to believe in anything like that. But I don't want to care.
Things were probably different a few months back, compared with now. But I'm glad we're still together. Because even after nearly 1 month since he got back here for holiday, his voice still sounds exactly like how I remembered it, and hearing it makes it as if he were really here.
And I laugh, and he laughs, and it's like we're playing with the sheets and throwing pillows at each other before we tumble into bed.
He's gentle, cute, and secretly romantic .
He promised that he'll be back on a holiday come November. Well, we've managed it this far. With undulating periods of on and offs no doubt, but it's been managed. I'm sure something will work itself out.
And if it doesn't, at least it made me feel damn good about everything for awhile.
Real damn good. It's strange hey. He's all on the otherside of the world, but he can still make me feel better then anyone here possibly can.Or perhaps it's just the way I am.
My imagination's fantastic like that. Capable of turning everything into the most incredibly poetic symphony in my head, my heart and my gut when it so chooses to.
I love him so very much. I guess I'm being terribly stupid. And LDRs (that's long distance relationships for the uninitiated -shame on you! In this day and age? And you haven't discovered the joys of loving someone on the otherside of the world?), maybe they are really all just about imagination and being in love with the impression of someone you chat to for a couple of hours a day.
But who cares. Talking to him makes me feel elated, makes me forget about every shitty problem I have, makes me feel like I connect.
I like how he is. How he never worries about anything, how it doesn't matter if he'll be busy when I'm around; He'll make time and make sure I have a good time.
I've been sort-of sick for three days now. What a way to spend the lovely month of August, I know. But now I'm really, truly sick, finally. It's just one of those things you've been waiting for to just come ON already so you can get it over and done with.
Walking in the rain last night was the ultimatum.
I've got this horrible habit where I prefer to get drenched over hassling with an umbrella. Besides, how sexy is a wet white top?
Don't know, but it's definitely not worth getting a 39 Deg fever.
I shall crash on my bed and never wake up.
