I booked a flight to California for April 5-18th and I am freaking out. That is three months of busting my ass and saving hardcore to pay that month's bills AND have money for fun stuff.
I miss... Saying sweet things to a boy, having him randomly look at me and tell me how absolutely beautiful I am, whispering loving words right before we fall into an ethereal slumber. I miss feeling like an important part of a man's life.
Hopefully by admitting it I'll be able to move past it.