Those are all things that I would appreciate! You both are wonderful SO's to your lovers.
The most recent thing I have done, is make a book with pictures, and things like the movie ticket from our first date, and songs and poems and letters that I have written to her. She had no idea I kept all that, I gave it to her for Christmas..
... and she has kept every rose I ever gave her.![]()
I laid in my room for 2 hours writing her non-sensicals on a yellow piece of construction paper.
All I want is to lay with her, I don't need sleep, I don't need food.
Such inane thoughts feel like the most logical ideas ever conceived.
If it's all in my head, why do I feel it all in my chest?
Ooo, it isn't all in your head, though. Your brain is pumping chemicals into your bloodstream that are making you loopy. Isn't it cool?
My bf called me this morning at 6:45 (5:45 his time) because he'd been up for three hours, thinking. It was really sweet to hear his voice first thing in the morning, and he was thinking sweet things, too.
I think you should call her sometime when she's totally not expecting it and just tell her you're thinking about her.
Spammer Spanker
Yeah, I guess I haven't updated you guys at all lately.
Things have been going well between us, considering it's an LDR.
Back in November, when things changed for the better, she kept promising me she'd get better at talking on the phone, and sending me letters.
I didn't really expect results, y'know, easier said than done.
But the phone conversations have been great, and just last week, I woke up to find a letter from her sitting on my desk. That's awesome to wake up to. She's also starting to speak more freely of her feelings towards me and the relationship, something she was very hesitant to do before.
I love it.
I think I'll send her that piece of yellow construction paper...I was gonna send her a letter, but, this'll be different, and I feel like it expresses a lot more than words alone.
I'm also looking to go back down over Easter.
Oh god... I ought to scan the nonsense I scribbled in my notebook a month back while I was waiting for class. I was writing silly stuff about the girl I have back home and what exactly I wanted to do to/with her. Another girl walked by as I was writing, her ass sort of jiggling in that wonderful way, and I stopped mid-sentence and immediately started writing about how incredibly hot that girl was and how much I wanted to jump her bones.
I'm the anti-Fras.