When I got home, it was late. I thought for sure that Mushy would be asleep. But as I walked into the kitchen I found him making up a hamburger. I watched him put toghether some bacon, spicy mayo, a patty and smiled. I put my arms around his waist, looked up at him and wanted to cry some more. How I adore this man. I love his quirkyness. Really, who makes a full meal @ 12:30 at night? But I really love the trust and support he gives me. I love how he helps me feel like I can still be me. Like I am not crazy for going to the movies by myself, and like he loves me a little bit more for doing it. I smiled up at him, and realized that while I had fun alone. I missed my Mushy. "I love you" I said. He looked down at me smiled, and kissed my forehead and then started in on his hamburger. I laughed to myself as I got ready for bed. I felt that I had a very eventful night.
1: How free and liberating I felt going to a movie all by my self! Who does that?
2: Yes, I even got myself a treat at the movies.
3: I cried my eyes out like a baby, and didn't even feel embarassed.
4: Realized that although I liked having the freedom to do things alone, I missed Mushy and realized that I am only alone without him.
5: Remembered how different girls and boys are, and that while I had felt a span of emotion that evening, Mushy just had a regualr night out.
1: Boys night out, watching some fighting matches with a local Ultimate fighting Club.
2: Got home late.
3: Made his favorite thing to eat, then ate it obscenly late at night.
4: Went to bed.
Gotta love it.