Thursday. 9.11.03 1:18 pm
I just woke up. I was having the best dream all night long. I was enjoying it while it was happening anyway....but now I don't. Wesley was in it. We were hanging out at random places. The whole friggin' time we were together, we were holding hands and standing really close and and eh just being in love. I'm an affectionate type of person...and I know that being physically close to Wes won't happen for awhile. I'm not talking about sex. I have my whole life to finally do that. I mean just cuddling and crap like that. I haven't seen him in four months...and I just might see him tomorrow night, but these things take time. You don't just start being physically close the very first day you go out with someone. I feel even more lonely than before I went to bed last night. The dream was nice in a way...I guess it felt good to get that stuff out even if it really wasn't him...just an image in my dream...I love him and I do want to hold his hand and crap like that, but its just not going to happen for awhile. He's so fucking busy right now. I've only talked to him once this week. He told me to call on Tuesday so that he could hear me sing, but of course like the pattern has been lately, he wasn't home. I know he's practicing with his band and things are hectic because they have a big show tomorrow, but still. Why tell me to call if you're not going to be home? I'm not mad at him. I'm just annoyed. Every time I call his mom tells me he's not home. He im'ed me yesterday and said he was sorry for not being home Tuesday when I called. I understand why he wasn't, and I know he's not trying to blow me off....but still...it does get annoying for someone's mom to answer and say he's not home just about every freakin' time you try to call.
I have to finish this later....I have an appointment to get my medicated dressing out....yeas, I am still messing with whole wisdom teeth surgery thing. My foot's falling asleep, and I need to shower before the appt.
*MUCH LOVE*
~BEANS~
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