Without The BF

This entry is about love, and how odd it can be sometimes.

The boyfriend a.k.a. The BF and I are both a little older than the average 17 year old high school couple. I have been single most of my teenage and adult life. I have dated a bit here and there, and never really cared to do it much more than that. Having a boyfriend takes tons of time and effort, and I had a hard time finding someone who was worth it.

(I guess that could be considered cold hearted.)

Well, when I met The BF it was different because I enjoyed spending all my time and effort with him, which is totally out of character for me. Anyway, to make a long story short, we got together, even though neither of us were looking for love, we found it. It is almost like a Meg Ryan Tom Hanks movie, awwwww. . . . .

But after millions of nights of not sleeping, and millions of things I needed to do that I didn't because I was with him, like paying my bills, and doing my laundry, I thought it would be great if we had a little vacation from each other. I would get so much done and I would be well rested, and life could be simple again.

Well, that day finally came when he went out of town for a week on business. I stayed at his house to watch his dog and eat his food and be way closer to work than at my house. The first day I spent with my roommate (personal crisis), and didn't get to his house until late. The second day I just talked on the phone, it was awfully quiet there. The third day I just sat and stared, thinking of The BF and how I missed him. The fourth I sat on the floor hugging his dog and crying, not knowing how I could stand one more day without him. The fifth day I held my breath, knowing he would be home that night. And all this time I wasn't sleeping well, tossing and stressing, and thinking only of seeing him again.

When I finally saw his beautiful face at the airport curb, I practically knocked over the parking Nazi who was coming to tell me to move my car, as I jumped out of my car and into the arms of The BF. The Nazi moved on, as we held each other for eternity.

As I relaxed in bed that night I thought of all the things I didn't do that week. I am used to being alone and independent, and people getting in the way of my routine, but I have found I can barely function without The BF around.

I guess that's love.