Tonight

I had a good time tonight. I really needed the company. It's really nice talking to friends outside of work, and just relaxing, you know? I'm really glad that they came over. I don't know if they had a good time or not, but I am glad they came over.

I've begun to picture the homecoming. It's a little early. Last year, I didn't start until around September. I can't help it, though. I close my eyes and I see myself at the airport, waiting in those silly white rocking chairs, and nervously rocking, glancing anxiously at the gate like 30 times a minute. I hear them announce the arrival of his flight and I stand up and start pacing in front of the gate, with a deathgrip on my purse. I see people start coming, slowly filing in with their carry-on bags, looking tired from the flight, or excited to be on vacation, or meeting a loved one like me. Then, I see him, with his backpack and he's smiling at me and I run into his arms and he holds me as I cry like a baby there in the middle of the air port, and maybe we go out to dinner before we go home or something. I just want to go somewhere and talk to him again.

Lol wow how sad is that. I have the whole damn thing planned out. I wonder how different it will be. It'll probably be at like 5 in the morning or something and I'll have to wake up at a ridiculous hour ( if I could sleep in the first place).