Sunny, sad day.

T left. He is going to Boston this week to scope things out and I am here, finishing classes and working and so forth. Boo. I hate seeing him go... 42 days until I make the venture myself to Boston. I will finally feel complete.

Last night we had originally planned to do things but both of us were feeling a little guilty about spending money, I think. We had a little cheap dinner and then hung out at the nest with our cat, drinking and laughing and being goofs. Took a nap. Took a late night stroll. It was wonderful. I have realized recently that he is more than my boyfriend, he's my best friend. A part of me that makes everything whole. The most comfortable, loving part of my life. I couldn't ask for anything better.

We're interested in the same things, but we still teach each other a lot of new things. We don't judge each other. We feel the same way about life things, where we want to go in life and what we want to achieve. We communicate well and support one another. I love him.

This past year has felt so long, with the back and forth trips and bus rides to see each other. I can't believe we managed to keep it together, especially since before I met him, I vowed to never have a long distance relationship again. He was worth it. I am so happy to have him in my life because I almost screwed the whole thing up. But we worked it out, as we have all problems. We do small things for each other, picture texts, calls just to say I love you... I keep his t-shirts when he leaves so I can sleep in them at night and smell him. I write him letters when I am at work to tell him things I can't call him that second and tell him about even though all I want to do is talk to him. It's been fun, sometimes stressful and hard and this last month feels like all those weeks and months and days and hours all in one short period of time and is so overwhelming... But we are so close.

I didn't know it was possible to feel this way. Whenever people said things like "I just knew this person was the one", I couldn't believe that such a feeling existed, that such a feeling as "just knowing" was real. I tried forcing myself to feel that emotion with so many people and then all of a sudden it was there. In a small PA town, on a couch just watching TV... I knew I loved this person unlike any other. I finally had a home.