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I can't wait to go home to him. That's a good sign right? It has to be a good sign. I didn't used to look forward to it. I want him to hold me and to keep me close to him at night. I want to be his princess I want to be his. That is a definitive plus. I was questioning that. I just need to stop looking at other people.

Valentines was way amazing for me. I mean. Boy and I fought. I spent the majority of the day studying. And crying. And feeling like a terrible girlfriend because I couldn't spend the majority of valentines with him because I was preoccupied and upset about my having to study. But I mean, we went out to dinner. And the dinner was great. The food was delicious. Steak. I had veal chops <3 yummm. And the conversation. Was better than it has been in ages. We talked about our lives we talked about the people that were around us, we laughed, we smiled, and we had a genuinely great time together. And we came home and had fabulous sex. After sex we were supposed to go have a drink and a smoke, but I fell asleep and he totally didn't get mad at me for falling asleep. Isn't that amazing. <3 I love him and I have another hour and a half until I get to go home to him. And then he's going to feed me something. God knows what cuz we don't have any food at our home.

Our home. Ours. Not his. Not mine, but ours. It's a wonderful thought. Our hearts are intertwined and we are so good together right now. <3 I love the idea that when the two of us are together it is home. He has his house, I have my apartment, and we have our home together. <3