May 13, 2009
So now I sit here at the kitchen table in his apartment while he works, waiting for him to return. Us: just back from our first road trip to visit part of my family; a successful adventure, I’d say… a 2,417,928 on a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being awesome). And all I want in the world is for him to come home, kiss me, be a little disoriented because I am here, and then decide it’s okay, good even. And so I patiently wait and wonder what he’s thinking about during these hours that pass with us apart.