so good!

Wow. The last 24 hours have been… pretty spectacular. Home-coming is always great because it’s just an eye-opening reminder of how amazing I think M is. I’m sure anything I say will be written off as silly girl-emotions, but I’ve never been so consistently in awe of my partner as I am M.

Of course, something I haven’t written about was M’s proclivity of talking non-stop for hours after he returns from somewhere. This time, hilariously, he told me to tell him to stop, since his mother had just spent 5 days talking at him, non-stop. He went on about how annoying this habit was, and that he understands that he does the same. I told him that it’s part of the home-coming process, and that I love his non-stop chatter and ranting. And even his caveat didn’t stop the rapid-fire commentary on his week in the home province.

We stayed at the Fairmont, in their “gold level” accommodations, as with a military discount it didn’t make sense to take a standard king room. There were all kinds of swanky amenities that went along with it, but after the fucking that occurred, we weren’t inclined to put our clothes back on to partake in the cocktails-til-11pm, for example.
Fortunately, we DID partake in the stellar “Deluxe Continental” breakfast offered to Gold guests. Holy crap was it amazing – scrambled eggs with cheese and scallions, fresh delicious croissants, teensy ketchup bottles, cut up fruit, yogurt, tomatoes and cucumber with bocconcini and basil… the list goes on.
Checkout was noon, but after slowly getting ready, watching some clips on YouTube, and calling valet (!!!!)  to take our stuff to the car, we were out of the room just after 11am.

We wandered around downtown for an hour or so waiting for our appointment with the photographer. After some directional issues, we met up on a street corner in our preferred neighbourhood.  We discussed a little bit of what we were looking for. We’d said “nothing romantic”, but I guess we really meant nothing forced, or cheesy. We found a great doorway to a warehouse and used that for the first few shots, and then things just started to flow a little better from there. Apparently kissing was M’s favourite shot to take, because in almost every pose he kissed me. The photographer apparently noted M’s habit of brushing the hair off my face, and tried to use that in a few shots. We got some great pics at the riverfront, some against a wall of graffiti, in front of a parkade, on a construction site… she really took my comment that we are an “urban-style” couple seriously.
It was a lot of fun, and only took about 2 hours for the full shoot.

Afterwards, we were famished and roasting in the strange heat of late-September. We got the car out of valet, and drove to the italian restaurant across the river. We split some garlic/cheese bread and I had gnocchi with zucchini and goat cheese, and M had a meat lasagna. We had our usual entertainment of trashy people punching each other out on the street corner, and the fire trucks blasting out of the station across the road. Not to mention “the guy in the jacket” who was stoned off his face trying to get in the out door of the patio we were sitting on. Hah. The Capital is so trashy.

Afterwards we went to the Mall, where M spent $150 on books. I got another Post Secret book, and two novels. If anyone wants to send ME a care package, I’ll take your used books. My plan is to hibernate in alternate realities for the next 6 months, whilst sitting on a stationary bike or walking on a treadmill. Fuck the winter!!

Ahem. So after some major frustrations and minor shopping, and when the sun was low enough in the sky as to not blind us, we headed home.
We’ve been geeking out on our respective laptops since. And it’s quickly coming up on bed time.

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In short:

Last night while walking with J5, I received a text from M. it said:

“Now that we’ve started hugging more lately, I find that I’m missing it some. Heh. Xoxo!”

J5 was talking while I read the text and I let out an involuntary, high pitched, “Oh!” of surprise and joy and a little bit of sadness. She asked me if it was a text from M, and I explained and read it to her. I started to cry.

One of the least compatible things about M and I is that I’m hyper affectionate. He’s completely not. He always tells me (and his mother confirms) that he didn’t even like being held as a baby.

So yeah, hugging for the Win!

I want him back now, please.

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much needed

Last night was a horrible night. M didn’t want to sleep at the same time as me which infuriated me. Then when he came to bed, I got up to pee and when I came back he was laying with his back to me. I fumed. I plotted what cutting things I could say. I stayed completely silent.
Eventually he rolled over in my direction. He gently rested his hand on my side. I screamed in my head “is that the best you can do?”.
Then he pulled me to him. I laid on his shoulder, my back to him, his cheek resting on my hair.  Our arms outstretched meant our fingers entwined instinctively. He ran his fingertips across my fingertips. I cried. He kissed the top of my head. I cried some more. I’m not sure if he knew. It’s been boiling inside me for days now, so this was a welcome reprieve.
We spoke softly to each other. It felt like perfection.

After some time, M decided that he wouldn’t sleep without a snack. We got up, he ate, I took some Calms, and we attempted sleep. I started twitching, and not wanting to disturb M, I went into the back room to sleep on the futon. I laid there, I don’t know how long. I got up, surfed the net a little bit, and went to lay back down some time around 3am.
I woke up to a text from my dear friend D, at 6.15am.

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