A day of insecurity over dumb stuff, followed by a double date with the BFFL and her new boy. J was kinda quiet, so I wasn’t totally sure what was going on. Just a bit tired I guess.
By the time we get back to the house the weirdness is gone and he wants to show me the game he plays. There was some big pro tournament this weekend and he’d been watching it, and he really enjoys it, so we watched for a half hour while he explained it. Personally.. The game.. eh, but he was so excited and then sad when his team lost.. It was cute.
Then, the plan of putting on a movie was foiled by cuddling, a tickle war and making out. Halfway through he stops everything to comment on how lucky he is and happy to have found me.
I can’t get over how much I want to tell him to be quiet because I’m the lucky one here.
And I am so happy to have found him.
(Now if only we didn’t perpetually have weekend plans. 9/10 times one or both of is is up and out by 8AM. All I want is one lazy Sunday morning in bed. Too much to ask for?)