Come Home Soon

I've been good with this whole long distance relationship thing. I knew it was going to be hard. I knew that when we started our relationship. I'm a quiet person. I like to observe people. In fact, I'm fascinated by people's behavior. My aunt had her annual Independence Day cookout yesterday, and everyone there was paired off, except for my aunt, six year old cousin, and myself.


I'm so happy that my family's happy. I'm so grateful that everyone has someone to love, someone to hold them at night. But I'm also extremely jealous. I don't get to have my man with me. I don't get to have somebody to whisper to at family functions. I don't get to be held at night. And I've been fine with that.


But now the Boss Man will be 45 minutes away in six weeks. Why am I not happy about this? Why have I been crying myself to sleep every night before the past two weeks? I have been fine with the months of separation between those few and far between visits. Now I have six weeks to go, and I've been questioning this whole relationship. Am I just nervous?


SheDaisy has this song, Come Home Soon, and I have always loved it. I heard it a couple of days ago for the first time in a long time, and it struck me like never before. I've kind of made it my motto. Here are the lyrics if you're interested:


I put away the groceries
And I take my daily bread
I dream of your arms around me
As I tuck the kids in bed


I don't know what you're doin'
And I don't know where you are
But I look up at that great big sky
And I hope you're wishin' on that same
bright star


I wonder, I pray


I sleep alone
I cry alone
And it's so hard livin' here on my own
So please, come home soon
(Come home soon)


I know that we're together
Even though we're far apart
And I'll wear our lucky penny 'round my neck
Pressed to my heart

I wonder, I pray


I sleep alone
I cry alone
And it's so hard livin' here on my own
So please, come home soon
(Come home soon)

I still imagine your touch
It's beautiful missing something that much
But sometimes love needs a fighting chance
So I'll wait my turn until it's our turn to dance

I wonder, I pray

I sleep alone
I cry alone
Without you this house is not a home
So please, come home soon

I walk alone
I try alone
I'll wait for you, don't want to die alone
So please, come home soon

Come home soon
Come home soon


I've been waiting for our turn to dance for so long now. Our turn is coming up soon, and I don't know if I'm ready for it. I don't know if I'll make it through these next six weeks. I want to be home. I want him to come home to me. I want him.

Slightly Scary Conversation

Most of our conversations are over the phone, or through text, MSN Messenger, and Skype. We were talking about a previous conversation in which Best Friend told the Boss Man the meaning of best friend. (Best friend means crazy lesbian by the way.) I jokingly said he would enjoy it if we were lesbians together, and he said no. But I know him better than that.

Me: I know, but you lied to me. That's a greater you know.
Boss Man: Oh is it?
Me: It is!
Boss Man: You're cute.
Me: ... I'm cute? I don't think that's an appropriate response.
Boss Man: Sammie says hi. And licks you. Well she licked the screen. So I figured that counts.
Me: Hi Sammie. Now, back to the conversation.
Boss Man: I lubbs you.
Me: I lubbs you too. Stop changing the subject.
Boss Man: Kay. How did I lie to you?
Me: You said you didn't think it would be hot if Best Friend and I went at it.
Boss Man: I don't. I mean maybe.
Me: Mmkay. Lying is a greater though. I need to come up with a punishment for you.
Boss Man: Now where did you get this idea that you get to punish me?
Me: Uh... Copper says hi and curls up between us.
Boss Man: You're both cute.

Now all this was said in jest, but I did get a little nervous there at the end. Best Friend and I would never go at it. But you should see the looks we when we're in public. It's become a running joke between the two of us.