i can't seem to snap out of this dreamy state. my vacation this time around was so bitter-sweet, i think it may have even given me permanent a stomach ache. will's car broke down just before i got there, so we didn't go many places or too far from his home, but that was fine by me. the best memory i have of it all is lounging on his couch, with pillows and a blanket, he in his boxers and t-shirt, me in my night slip, legs sprawled out across him, watching movies inside with fans and the a/c blasted up, on a muggy florida afternoon. we watched "fanastic mr.fox" and "the adventures of baron munchausen", drank iced tea [with plenty of ice] and ate waffles with strawberries.
what more could a dreamy-eyed, lazy girl ask for?
this time at the airport neither of us cried. i think it was too early in the morning to really feel anything but tired. nevertheless it was sad. and i hate leaving him.
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