2003-05-19 ~ 10:39 p.m.

One Hell of a Weekend (to Heaven and back)

Friday was one of my best friends and My boyfriend's birthday. While he spent the day at work, then had dinner with family, I went out with my best friend. We primped, shopped and saw The Matrix Reloaded. Was really nice. She even bought me (which is weird since it was her birthday, but I'm certainly not complaning) the new book I've been coveting. All in all it was a good day, then came the evening, and my bf came over. *gets all sappy and goggly eyed* It was wonderful. We had some great, dirty fun. And then slept in each other's arms. It was pure heaven. The next day we got up and went shopping, which was great. He's not a big shopper, but he's pretty good about it, which is nice cause i'm a big shopper....until my feet start to hurt. Anyways, picked him up some new clothing, including a kick-ass set of surfing shorts....and a really awesome tank-top *drools* which he looks great in. We settled down to watch a movie, but were interupted by my baby brother who was/is having relationship problems. He was really upset. My BF, who is really sweet and understanding, invited my bro to watch a movie with us, so we got some junk food, and watched a movie, which seemed to cheer him up a bit. Sent my bro off to bed and....
Let's just say it was a very good night. Love makes certain things all the more precious and special. I've noticed that.
Sunday, went to church, ugh, and much to my surprise my BF went with me. It was really sweet of him cause I know how much he hates that religion. More than I do, which is definately saying something. But it was sweet, and nice. I'm so glad he came with me. Returned home and cuddled and played games. Watched the other movie. Returned the one movie, and then came home.
There is nothing like falling asleep in your true love's arms, exhausted from pleasure. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world. This whole weekend I didn't feel insecure, or worried or paranoid. I was happy, content, and it was wonderful.
He had to go home today. I didn't want him to leave. It gets harder, saying goodbye, when I always want to fall asleep listening to him breathe and wake up wrapped in his arms. I want to be there for him when he's not feeling well, wrap him in my arms and feed him soup. I love him very much, and this weekend was pure heaven. I'm so glad we spent his birthday with me.

 

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