The Longest Day EVER

I am convinced that this past week has been the longest week.
I have gone too long without seeing my boyfriend. Ok, in all reality, a week is not that long. It is, by definition, last I checked; a while.
And really a week is not that long to be away from someone... I mean, I have been away from my family WAY longer than that. I have been away from my best friend for way longer to that.

But it is this uninterrupted time apart; I have caught myself doing things and thinking of things I wouldn't normally do... such as:

- think about the man in question... a lot. all the time.
- try overwhelmingly hard to convince him to come here.
- be serious about trying to convince him to come here.
- spend a chunk of change at VS for him.... I mean me.
- have Twilight-esque fantasies about he and I.
- actually began wondering what he would think about memyclothesmyitunesmyeverything
- printed a picture i took of him and left it by my desk (because that is exactly where I spent about 14hours the past week.
- a laundry list of dirty thoughts and considerations of dirty deeds (done dirt cheap aka free)

So, here I am.
Scribbling this out, not sure if he know just how much I have missed him and can't wait to see him. I mean sure, I have told him (in very generic ways) but... well... now it's time to pull out the big guns (all puns intended) and show him.

No, there will not be pictures posted as a follow up.