So I met his parents today, and it went very well. I rather like all of them. Laying in on his uncomfertible futon after dinner, holding him and being held, I think it really hit me. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I love looking at his face. And I love listening to him talk. I think about him all the time, and I can tell that I'm always on his mind too.
I wrote him a love letter email and sent it to him last night to help me calm down before going to sleep, and it worked so wonderfully. Well he LOVED it. And now I guess he is going to write something for me. But I am going to be out done. He is talking about needing to wait for insparationa and oh, oh my I cannot catch my breath. I'm just so happy.
I'm feeling sort of sleepy so I'm not going to talk too much right now. But I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him.
No comments:
Post a Comment