At Last

"My love has come along. My lonely days are over. And life is like a song". Thank you Etta James!!!

I made a quick run to get some caffeine...I needed some after those previous thoughts. As I was driving and soon approaching near where my boyfriend works it occurred to me.....I am being picked up by him in like 2 hours (He is never late.) We have plans this evening like we typically do. He loves me, he tells me each passing day on more than one occasion.

Why are you concerned, why are you allowing it to make your skin crawl. I wish we could sit like school girls and compare notes putting my friend at rest that it is ok. I told her in an attempt to coerce her into telling me...."nothing will make me stop talking to you, unless you were trying to kill me." She laughed. But we've been friends since middle school. Closer friends in high school and definitely after even when another friend tried to steal her away. I let my emotions get the best of me, I am sure that is what he will tell me. I think I am more disgusted at the guy...shit. I don't know. I'm done. I let another post go that way.

He walks with me, and talks to me. He supports me and encourages me. He does his best to help me with my homework. He pushes me. Most importantly, he loves me. I look forward to our life together.
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