Home again

Its the coming home part that I really hate. Just spent a wonderful weekend in Southern Cal with someone very special to me. It amazes me that four years have past since we first met and yet I still have those same woozy feelings inside me.

Yeah, they’ve sorta been suppressed these past few years but they got awoken on Friday and are still buring brighter than ever now. I just wish I had actually spent all three days of the weekend there. Oh well. Next time I’ll pay more attention to the dates. 😉

It’s this euphoria of having seen him and the restlessness of not being with him now that seem to drive me crazy. Its just so difficult to get back into the routine of my day-to-day life when i’ve had a visit.

My thoughts are always with him though. The boy I call home.

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