My boyfriend stayed for an additional day. So instead of going back home on Saturday, he went back home on Sunday. I'm grateful and thankful to have met him. At first, we were only going to spend 3-days together. Then it turned into 1-week. Then it turned into 2-weeks. Then I got to spend 3-weeks with him. It's a lot longer than we were originally supposed to spend together. And I loved spending every second with him.
I loved falling asleep next to him. I loved waking up next to him. I loved how he would roll over, cuddle with me, and give me a good morning kiss. I loved how we would have "I love you more" play fights. I loved how he was CONSTANTLY holding my hand. I loved how he would randomly pull me closer, in public, and kiss me. I loved our dates. I loved lying in bed and laughing with him. I loved watching him play video games. I loved taking photos of him. I loved taking photos of us. I loved how soft and gentle his kisses were. But the thing I loved the most? When I would be sitting in bed, and he'd be cuddling with me. He'd roll onto his back, so the back of his head would be resting on my thighs. He'd look up at me, and tell me how beautiful I was. I'd gently stroke his hair and tell him how handsome he was. And then he'd ask me how he got so lucky to be with me. I loved everything about him. I honestly can't think of anything that I would change about him. Despite us being polar opposites, we click very well. It feels like I've known him forever, despite only knowing him for a little over 3-months.
And let me be perfectly clear about this: Time means NOTHING. I was with someone for over 4-years and felt NOTHING. I've only been with Stephen a little over 3-months and I feel EVERYTHING.
Last night was the hardest thing I've EVER had to do, in nearly 27-years of being alive. At 3:35pm, half of my heart and half of my soul were RIPPED from me. All I could do was stand there, bawling my eyes out, watching him go through his Gate. As soon as he got onto the Shuttle, my father and I left the airport. As soon as we got back into the car, I started bawling my eyes out even more. It felt like a HUGE part of me was GONE. I felt this weird mixture of completely heartbroken and hollow. I didn't want to let him go. And that's how you know that you truly love someone; When seeing them leave KILLS you.
After we left the airport, we stopped at Wal*Mart Neighborhood Market. My mother asked my father to pick up some Excedrin. As soon as we got back home, I got a message from Stephen. He told me that he loved me and already missed me. His flight started boarding a few minutes later, so we didn't get to talk for very long. He messaged me again, once his flight landed back home. He told me that despite him looking strong, he was holding back tears. He said that he's glad to see his family again, but being away from me made him feel like the loneliest person in the world.
We were talking about him coming back for Halloween-time. And his family said he could stay for Thanksgiving, too. And he's supposed to be here, for my birthday. So we were talking about the possibility of him coming here on October 27th and staying until December 20th. Then he'll spend Halloween, Thanksgiving, AND my birthday with me. And he'll be home in time for Christmas and New Year's Eve, with his family. So HOPEFULLY that will work out. My father already said that he'd pay for his round-trip airplane ticket back here. At the moment, tickets from October 27th until December 20th are around $365. Which is really good. And my family is okay with him being here for nearly 2-months. My parents didn't want him to leave, either. And my mother said that she cried, after she told him goodbye. My family absolutely loved him. One way or another, we're getting him back over here. Being away from him is killing me.
He couldn't fit everything into his suitcase, so he left behind a few things for me to hold onto. He left behind four shirts, one pair of shorts, two pairs of socks, two pairs of boxers, his white Nike hat, and his sunglasses. I guess that kind of helps. All of his clothes are lying on his side of the bed. Along with the two teddy bears he bought me and the teddy bear that I made look like him. And the voice recording that still needs to be put into his paw. I keep squeezing the button, just to hear his voice say, "I love you, baby."
All I want to do is marry this man and start a family with him. Unfortunately... That's going to be awhile. But I love him so much. And I don't want to imagine my life with anyone else. He means the world to me. He's my everything. He's my sun, my moon, and all my stars. And I would do ANYTHING for him.
While he was here, we went on three dates. The first date was a casual date. We went to "Regal 8 Largo Mall" cinema and saw "The Dark Tower" together. The second date was to "Tsunami Japanese Steakhouse". Our table was booked. A total of 10 people. The chef was so entertaining to watch. And the food was amazing. The third date was to "Tsunami Japanese Steakhouse". This time, it was just us and one other couple. So a total of 4 people at the table. This chef wasn't as entertaining. In fact, he was kind of boring. But the food was still amazing. We had a nice time on all three of our dates. The casual date wasn't anything fancy. We just wore regular clothes. But the two "Tsunami Japanese Steakhouse" dates were super fancy. I wore my long-sleeve, long-length, black dress. And he wore a suit.
I also got to dye his hair, while he was here. Like... The last week of his stay. His hair is naturally black. But from working outside, his hair kind of turned into this brown and black mixture. And I had a few boxes of black hair dye, anyway. So I dyed his hair black. He loved the way it turned out. So that's good.
I got to buy him a tie and a new watch, while he was here. They were both from Wal*Mart. The tie was $10 and the watch was $7.88. The grand total was just under $20. He didn't want me to spend money on him. In fact, he was practically refusing to let me buy them. But they were for our dinner date, later that night, so I wanted to buy them. And his bank account was tapped out, so he couldn't buy them. I also bought him a new pair of those bluetooth neckband earbuds. His were partially broken, before he arrived. Sound was only coming out of ONE earbud. So when he was here... I dropped $30 to get him a new pair. Which is was 100% AGAINST me doing. Which I'm not sure why. He spent money on me. Why can't I spend money on him...? I know he's pretty old-fashioned, but... Taking him on dates and buying him a few things? It doesn't make him less of a man, or make me less of a woman.
It's 1pm over here, so it's 10am in Arizona. I haven't heard from him since last night. Around 2:45am over here, so 11:45pm over there. He's probably still sleeping. Or spending time with his family. I don't know. But I miss him so much...
A collage of photos, before our last date night.
I absolutely LOVE this photo of us.
Taken at "John's Pass Village", on the boardwalk.
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