Singing the Hit the Road Blues

I miss Boy a lot. Like a lot a lot. More than I have ever when I've come back, I think. I'm not sure whether it was the fact that I only got to see him once while I was home or if it's because we were really talkative and cuddley and wonderful last night and I really think this could work. Like, be a long-lasting deal. I mean, maybe it's too early to tell, since we have been hanging out since late November and still aren't dating, but it just feels right. I just realized last night that he is what I am looking for, pretty much, and that I don't currently feel the need to look for better options, like I have when I've dated other people. Like, I can't imagine someone better for me, and who is nice and cares a lot and who makes me laugh and plays wonderful music and gives good hugs and just smiles for the hell of it. Last night I had the best moment, when he was telling this joke about a whale and was making whale noises and I couldn't stop laughing because it was insane and adorable and endearing and odd and it was just the most natural laugh I've had in a long time. I didn't have to think about it or understand anything or think about the serious undertones, it was just pure and wonderful and for no particular reason at all. I don't know if I'm making sense, but it was how I felt. That's what I need, someone who I can have a serious discussion with, then can turn it around to silly, childish laughter. It was amazing. And we were all cuddly watching the movies and he kept getting closer and closer...it was just the best feeling in the world. When he was leaving, we stood on the porch talking for like ten minutes then he just hugged me for no reason, and we kept talking, then he did that funny movie thing where we were talking kind of close and he just leaned in and kissed me. God I'm a giggly schoolgirl I swear. But really, I miss him...and it sucks.