Okay so, for the first time ever instead of Jamie coming to my house, I made the four hour long train journey to his! It was really scary and I kinda wishes we were at my house for the first couple of days and actually, I still kinda do. But I’m very happy to be here. And more than happy to be with Jamie (except I’m not with Jamie right now, he’s at work). I’ve met his mum and his sister and his friends and it’s been really cool.
It’s been like living with him and I know when I get home tomorrow I’ll be distraught.
Wish me luck. 2 months ago
I simultaneously feel happy and sad. I miss Jamie so much. It makes me feel horrible that I don’t know when I’m going to see him again.
But at the same time I feel so loved. I feel like I am loved and cared for and that I have someone wonderful who loves me and looks after me. I still get all smiley and ridiculous when he tells me he loves me and hearing it is just so nice.
I feel weird. Happy and sad and everything else mixed in. 3 months ago
I didn’t fall asleep crying last night. Nor did I wake up crying which was wonderful.
But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t completely and utterly miserable when I woke up and saw that Jamie wasn’t there. It’s kinda scared the first morning after he’s left. I always wonder why he’s not there and for a few seconds, I panic.
And then I realise that he’s okay, he’s just hundreds of miles away instead of with me.
It still hurts so fucking bad. I still have no idea how I’m going to handle this or deal with the pain and loneliness. I suppose I have things to keep my mind off of sad things these next few weeks. Work and apprenticeship stuff. My theory test. Driving lessons. Looking into my future (basically exploring jobs and apprenticeships).
It’s not long until I see him again. It’ll be fine. 3 months ago
I try to be strong every time. And every time I fail.
I can put on a front, pretend that I’m okay and this is ‘just something I have to deal with right now’ and that it’s all good because I had a wonderful time and I’ll be seeing Jamie again soon but it’s just a show.
I’m not okay. The moment I’m alone it’s there. That feeling of loneliness and sadness so strong that I can physically feel it in my chest and stomach, feeling like it’s going to rip me in half lengthways.
I don’t know how to deal with all of this still. I’ve not found a coping mechanism or a way to deal with it. If anything it just gets harder to deal with each time. I find myself more and more feeling like I cannot do this any more. Each time I feel more scared, more alone, more sad. And the only thing that keeps me going is that I know it’s all worth it. The feeling I get when I know Jamie’s on his way is worth all the pain I feel at this point. I forget how hard it is and all I can feel is happiness and excitement. 3 months ago
You are there for me when I need you. When I am crying until I choke and panicking about everything you are there. You make it better.
You make it all worth it. You make me realise that my life does have a purpose. There are many good things in my life and you are top of the list. You give me reasons to wake up every morning, simply by existing. You are the reason I can do anything. Just by being you, you give my life purpose.
I have a future and it is bright and wonderful and happy. I have a future filled with surprises and unexpected happenings.
I have a best friend that makes it all worth it. You are there for me when I need you the most and you give me what I need.
I have everything I need in you. Everything I cry over not having is there, right in front of me. A friend. A reason to get up in the morning. A reason to never give up.
A reason to go to sleep with a smile instead of crying myself to sleep. 4 months ago
Once more you’ve left me. I’m sad and crying and my head hurts and my hair is a mess.
I’m not going to ramble on this time about how much I miss you; because I know that you know exactly how much I miss you. I’m not going to rant about how I can’t do this any more (because I don’t have a choice but to do this) and how I can’t wait to live with you.
You understand exactly how I feel right now.
All I’m going to say is that I had a wonderful time, as always, and I am already counting the days (there are 40- ish) until you’re here again. We’re one you leaving me time closer to being together properly.
I’m going to find the positives. 5 months ago
The other day I woke you up by calling you and instead of being angry you told me that it was nice to hear my voice. It made me feel good.
Yesterday I found one of your hairs on my bed and it made me smile. On the phone you told me that a week on Monday and we’d be half way to seeing one another and it made me excited.
You make me happy, even when you’re so far away. 6 months ago
I wish I was romantic. I wish that I could tell you that I love you in lots of different ways and make you see just how much I love you. I wish I could say things that made you smile.
But I’m not romantic. I’m not creative and I’m not good with words. So when I say that I love you more than I can say I really, literally mean it. I cannot find any words or any way of telling you I love you as much as I do.
It’s been a week since you left. It still hurts just as bad. I still feel just as sad. It doesn’t get better and it doesn’t go away.
I want to stop this. 6 months ago
Thank you so much for letting me fall asleep on the phone to you last night. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.
I wish that I could do that every night simply so I wouldn’t get a chance to fall apart and go to a dark place any more.
Plus it almost feels like you never left.
Thank you for being you. I love you more than any amount of words can say and I miss you so much it hurts. 6 months ago
I am loneliest when…
I’m in bed late at night, alone, scared and panicking about the future.
I put down the phone after talking to you.
I’m completely alone with nobody to talk to except the cats.
I hear your voice on the phone.
I’m surrounded by people, none of them you.
Something has made me really angry and I can’t calm down.
I’m in the kitchen.
I’m sat on the sofa next to the gap that is your place.
You’ve just left and I can still feel your lips on mine and I can still smell you on my clothes.
I can still smell you on my pillow, weeks after you’ve left.
I find one of your hairs in the most peculiar of places.
I do something that reminds me of you; like getting petrol or walking around the shops or making a pizza.
I’m feeling good.
Crying into my pillow.
I smell something that reminds me of you.
You send me a picture of your silly face.
You’re in the kitchen and I’m in the lounge.
I’m in the bathroom.
You’re out with your friends and I’m worried.
I’m worried about something.
Everything seems to annoy me.
I’m so sad that I think I might burst.
I close the door when you leave.
It’s so cold that my teeth are chattering and I’m shivering.
I’m in the lounge.
Nothing seems to go right.
Everything seems to go right.
I’m in the car.
I wake up from a bad dream.
I remember how good you look when you tell me you love me.
Something bad happens to you.
I have something to celebrate.
I don’t get to talk to you.
Trying to get to sleep.
I don’t know how many days there are until I get to see you again.
Listening to music that reminds me of you.
I know exactly how many days there are until I see you again (but they’re way too many).
You’re in the shower.
...I am not with you.6 months ago
I can’t do this any more. I can’t go through the sadness and the pain of it. I can’t bare to be without you any more. Everything I told you this morning I mean. I cannot do this any more.
But I don’t really have a choice. I’ve got to be okay. You told me that I can (and need to) be strong, so I will be. No matter how much I miss you, no matter how lonely I am I will be strong. For you. Because I have no other options. I cannot break down. I cannot collapse into a mangled heap of loneliness and despair. The only option I have is to keep going. Work, home, sleep. Work, home, sleep. Over and over and over again. Until you’re here again. Until I can feel okay again. Until everything is right again.
You make it all worth it. You make the monotonous, lonely and downright shit days between seeing you fade into insignificance when you’re here. You make me feel as if the world could be ending and I’d still feel like it’d be okay. Thank you Jamie. Thank for for such a wonderful time. Thank you for being here for me even when you’re hundreds of miles away.
You’re my favourite. I love you more than I can say. Come back soon, you’ve got a promise to keep. 6 months ago
I’m so glad that we got to spend a whole week together this time. But I can’t help thinking that it will never be enough. I hate the need to shove as much as we can into that time. I hate that it feels like a constant countdown until you’re gone. I hate that the time between seeing you is so long while our time together is so short.
I can’t help thinking that maybe we’re past this now. Haven’t we gone through enough of not seeing each other?
I’m so over my life being work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep and trying to fit conversations with you anywhere I can. It’s not enough any more. Our schedules conflict so badly. You go to work as I go home. You go to sleep when I wake up. Your days off are when I’m at work. I feel like it separates us.
I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know what’s going to change. But something has to. I know we can’t do this for much longer.
I’m expecting some very interesting cconversations regarding our future soon. I can’t do this much longer. 6 months ago
It’s Friday. You’re leaving on Sunday. I’m awake and you’re half asleep and grumpy because I opened all the windows and no. It’s cold and noisy.
I had three dreams last night, they were all about you. I don’t remember them too clearly but I know I was very happy to wake up and find you there (because too often I don’t).
I’m writing this so you know that this time I really truly don’t want you to go.
This time I have no idea how I’m going to cope. I don’t want to be without you any more.
I feel like something has to give now
Two and a half years is too long. 6 months ago
I was about to have a panic when I decided to take myself away from the thoughts that were triggering it and I tried to think of something to make it go away.
I thought about the fact that there are 59 days until we’re together again. 35 being school days. 7 weekends.
I thought about the fact that there will be things for me to do in that time. My job. Apprenticeship course work. Christmas shopping. Christmas decorations. Wrapping presents. Christmas day and boxing day.
I thought about the fact that it’s one turn of a calendar.
I thought about the things to do to keep myself distracted from the sadness and loneliness. Recipes I want to learn. Books I’ve got to read.
And I thought about my future. I can’t really visualise that far into it. All I can really see when I try to imagine it is you. Us. Doing things together. Going to interesting places together or simply just cuddling on the sofa watching TV together. Cooking together and sleeping together and you reading to me at night. I wondered if you would find this weird or sad or scary. I wondered if you’d pity me for only being able to see you as a solid part of my future or if you’d think me stupid. I worried over what you’d think and I wondered why you were all I could imagine. I guess it’s because you are the only stable thing in my life. I never know what is going to happen from day to day; whether tomorrow will be good or bad. But I always know that I will be loved and cared for by you, no matter what happens.
I feel somewhat calmer now- no longer like I’m going to panic and break down. I feel just as sad and just as lonely but my thoughs seem clearer.
I don’t know what is going to happen. I don’t really mind. 9 months ago
Tonight I had an awful tummy and felt super unwell. After talking to you, it’s better.
You make me feel like the most important person in the whole world. I feel special and loved and cared for.
I feel good about myself and I feel happy.
I love you more than I miss you. And I miss you so much it hurts. 9 months ago
I was okay earlier. No ‘thought’ about it, I actually was okay.
It’s only when I was alone that it hit me that actually I was sad. Very, very, very sad indeed. And it hurt a lot and I didn’t like it. I suddenly felt very lonely and fed up with the situation that I’m in and I feel like I can’t go on any longer with it. I don’t know how I will.
I just know that, right now, I don’t have a choice.
And no matter how alone I might feel the days between seeing Jamie, I never am. 9 months ago
Jamie came to stay again! I’ve started to keep my though about all of this in a more private way and a way that is more permanent and I feel like I have somewhat neglected this goal.
Today he left and I strangely don’t feel as bad as I normally do. I miss him just as much and wish he were here just as much as I normally do but I am not crying as much. My heart still hurts though. I guess it’s because I know that it’s only like 60 days until I see him again and all I have to do is get through seven weeks of work until we get to be together again. I feel so loved and so cared for and so happy that the sadness maybe just hasn’t been able to get to me yet.
The love that I feel has only ever gotten more. It’s bigger and deeper and better than it ever was and it only gets more like that. And I only ever feel like I am more loved than ever and it’s amazing.
When I see Jamie after not seeing him it’s strange because it doesn’t feel like I’m seeing him again after a long time. It feels like my reality has simply been paused. Everything sort of falls into place when we’re together and everything seems better. It feels right.
Even through all this positivity I can tell you that I cannot fucking wait until we live together and we don’t have to go through this bollocks.
Jamie is the best and I have so much to thank him for but I just don’t know how to do it. 9 months ago
You know what? This time I really thought I was going to be okay. I didn’t think I was going to cry and hurt and be sad. I was just expecting to feel chilled out, relaxed and happy after a few wonderful days with my favourite person. I was wrong. I am not okay. I am sad and I hurt and I can’t stop crying and right now that overwhelms the chilled out, relaxed and happy feelings that Jamie gives me.
I don’t know how I’m going to cope. Every time I wonder this and every time I wish I had tips on how to. It only gets worse. He’s miles and miles away where I can’t snuggle into him or hold his hand. He’s not here to hold me together when I feel like the sadness is going to split me in half or when the bad thoughts threaten to overwhelm me. I more than miss him. It genuinely feels like part of me is missing.
And I can’t escape it. There are so many reminders. My whole bedroom smells of him. I have lots of things people would consider rubbish; sweet wrappers, toothpaste boxes, deodorant cans, coins. All little seemingly insignificant things that I keep for sentimental reasons. Because they remind me of him. That he was here with me. I’ll be finding his hairs for weeks in the weirdest of places, in my mouth or in my socks or in the kitchen. There’s his spot on the sofa that I never sit in (except for now because today doesn’t count) because it’s his. And his side of the bed, even when he’s not in it it’s still his side.
I don’t know how much longer I will be able to cope with this. I’ve had enough of saying goodbye. It hurts too much and I miss him too much and I am a better me when I am with him. He makes me complete and I am sick of spending most of my life with a vital part of me missing. That’s what this goal is about. The day I am able to click that I have completed it will be the day that everything is finally okay. I don’t know when that will be but for the love of God I hope it’s soon.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen when I see him next. I might go and see him at his house or he might come back to mine. As much as I really would love to go and see where he lives and it would be my place I’ve never been before this year, I don’t really mind where it is that we’re together, as long as we are. And that’s going to be in October for half term. That’s not so far away really. I have my first half term of work to keep me busy!
I don’t know if he still reads my 43Things but I hope he does. I want him to know that he is loved more than I could ever say and he is missed incredibly. 11 months ago
Thank you for everything.
I love you.
All my love forever and always,
xoxoxoxoxo 12 months ago
August seems to be a ridiculously popular month for people taking time off work. I don’t know why. What I do know is that it’s causing a little bit of a problem. My birthday is also in August. Thankfully I get the summer off from work (joys of being offered a job in a school) and don’t need to worry. Jamie doesn’t get the time off though. And he might not be able to book time off. Which makes me really upset. This year is a really big year for me and I selfishly want it to be special and, of course, I want Jamie to be there with me. Because no matter what happens if he’s there it will be special. And I love spending time with him.
Recently I’ve been ridiculously lonely and sad and missing Jamie. I know it’s been nearly four weeks since I last saw him but that’s just too long. I want there to be like, no weeks between seeing him. I want to be with him all the time. I want to be able to not worry about not being able to with him on his birthday or mine. I just want to be with him and I don’t think it’s fair that I can’t. Not just my birthday but ever.
I’m keeping my fingers, toes and everything else crossed in hope that he can get my birthday off so we can spend time together and it be great and lovely like it always is. 12 months ago
An entry written by a half asleep, very tired, rather sad but also somewhat happy Kira after a phone call with Jamie.
I realised as I was saying goodnight to Jamie on the phone that I really hate saying goodbye. No matter what it always makes me tear up to say goodbye.
Saying goodnight feels nicer. It doesn’t have the same finality or horridness that goodbye does.
I don’t ever want to say goodbye. Never ever ever ever. 12 months ago
Last night I was procrastinating. Wasting time doing stuff that didn’t need to be done so I didn’t have to get into bed. As much as sleep is nice and my bed is comfortable and warm it reminds me of too many nice things that make me sad at the moment. I don’t like going to bed by myself. I don’t like the darkness or the mass of room I get in bed. I don’t like having the whole duvet to myself and I don’t like choosing which side I get to sleep on. I don’t like the fact that my teddy bears don’t cuddle me back and that sometimes they fall our of bed. I don’t like how quite the room is.
As I was brushing my hair it hit me that there are so many things I miss out on. Things that, in the future when I do live with Jamie, I promised myself I would never take for granted. Cuddles. Kisses. Holding hands. Having someone there to untangle my hair when I can’t do it. Having someone there for comfort when I have a bad dream. Having someone there to help when I hurt myself.
It’s all worth it though. Anyone reading this stuff might not think so but the bad stuff no way outweighs the good. Jamie makes me so incredibly happy. I know that I am loved. And I can promise you that when I next know when I will be seeing Jamie again the excitement I feel will make all of this sadness disappear. It’ll be like I never felt this. But for the time that I do feel like this I will keep building my scrapbook and collecting my happy memories and trying to think of ways to cope. 13 months ago
It’s been over twenty four hours now and I should feel better. But I don’t. It doesn’t feel any easier or any better or any less painful than it did yesterday.
Little things set me off so easily. Just walking into a room or sitting in a certain place. Things around the house that are constant reminders of very happy memories with you. It’s bittersweet; things that make me very happy but at the same time make me just as sad. The whole damn island I live on is like that for me. While time does lessen the awful, raw pain that I’m feeling now and I can appreciate the happy memories more it never really goes away. It’s always got twinges of sad attached. And honestly, I have no idea how to cope with this.
I have no idea how to cope with the whole situation. I can’t see how it’s going to get better or less painful. I can’t see how it can improve because the situation won’t. I guess the longer it is that I last saw you means that it’s closer to when I’ll see you again but something that just doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
As soon as I know you’re going to be here again, and when, the bad stuff seems to all disappear and when you finally are here everything feels wonderful and perfect. It feels like more than enough. I am so incredibly happy I can’t even explain it. Bad stuff seems so much less bad and good stuff seems a lot more good. I feel more confident and less scared. I feel more like myself. You make me feel special and cherished and appreciated. It is so horrible to have all of that taken away so quickly. One minute I am the happiest person in the world and everything feels alright and the next minute I’m stuck in a big black hole of sadness, loneliness and bleakness. It’s a shock to the system and that makes it all so much worse. I can’t stop thinking that only so many hours ago or the other day I was with you doing whatever and I was happy and safe and warm and loved and now I am not with you and I am not happy and I do not feel safe or warm. The only thing that doesn’t change is that I still know that I am loved. I am so grateful for what I have with you and I never want anyone to think that I’m not or that I don’t appreciate it. Because I do, more than anyone will ever know. I love my times with you so much. I just wish there were more of them and there was less time in between. Preferably all the time with nothing in between. I don’t want to go to the dark place. I want to feel all the lovely things all of the time. I don’t want to have it taken from me anymore. I want it back and I want it back permanently.
All my love, always.
xoxoxoxo 13 months ago
It’s that time again. The time where I’m super sad because Jamie’s just left me after a really nice time together. The time that I write an entry about how sad I am and how I don’t want to go through this again and how I can’t wait to live with Jamie so I don’t have to.
It’s gotten to a point now where the time I spend with Jamie seems like what is normal and the time I’m without Jamie is what isn’t normal though this certainly isn’t the case. It’s like I’m just biding my time until I get back to normality.
I think this time will be even weirder. I have no college to keep me busy. I used to have to associate with dozens of people a day and now it’s just going to be me and mum for goodness knows how long. And as much as I absolutely adore my mummy, I need something else. Jamie is so much to me, including my best friend and now I won’t have any friends. I should still have a bit to do such as applications for apprenticeships, checking out college courses that would be good, keeping the house tidy in case anyone comes to view it, looking for places to move to and stuff like that.
I feel like part of me is missing right now. I don’t really feel like me. It’s so easy to be myself when I’m with Jamie, even when I feel bad things. I don’t feel like I have to hold back or hide anything and I can just be me. It’s weird.
I don’t want to go back to the way things are without Jamie. I want to spend all my time with him. Yes, we’ve all heard this before but it doesn’t change. I want to live with him so bad. For the cuddles and relaxedness and for being with him and for never having to say goodbye.
I don’t want to do this anymore. 13 months ago
I’ve had so much to write but not the words to use. Lately I’ve been missing Jamie an awful lot as this has been the longest I have gone without seeing him in almost two years. I think? I hope that he’s going to be coming after my exams and then again for when it’s my birthday. I can’t wait to see him again and it makes me sad that I can’t be with him all the time. I’m scared for my future and I don’t know when I’m going to get to be with him. I know it’s going to be a long time and I don’t want to wait, but I will.
I want to see my Jamie.
I want to live with my Jamie.
I’m sick of feeling sad and lonely. 14 months ago
Scientists say that the ‘love’ feeling wears off in a couple after 18 months.
I don’t know what this feeling is meant to be.
It confuses me because my love feeling hadn’t worn off. It’s been more than 18 months now and I only love Jamie more. And that will only continue to grow.
I don’t get the weird physical feeling of knowing I love Jamie all the time, something I can’t explain. I do feel the emotional feeling though. I do love Jamie. And I do feel that I do. If that makes any sense. 15 months ago
(DISCLAIMER: mush, grossness, soppy, cringey loveydoveyness.)
Thank you for believing in me when nobody else does and thank you for making me believe in myself.
Thank you for not giving up on me no matter what happens. And thank you for giving me reason to trust you.
Thank you for never breaking a pinky promise because they’re important and you know that.
Thank you for giving me reasons to trust you and for never giving me reasons to stop trusting you.
Thank you for being there when I’m at my worst but also thank you for being there at my best. Thank you for bringing out my best.
Thank you for understanding how I feel and not being angry. Thank you for letting me feel all the emotions I need to feel and for making me feel okay about it.
Thank you for comforting me in the middle of the night even when you’re tired and hundreds of miles away.
Thank you for making me feel feminine and girly and pretty and sexy all the time.
Thank you for making me do happy eyes.
Thank you for making me like the things that I should feel bad about.
Thank you for giving me the warm fuzzy feeling and thank you for making me do excited squirms and funny faces even when I’m surrounded by people.
Thank you for being the best cuddler and hugger and kisser and snuggler and everything elser ever.
Thank you for not being angry when I constantly cling to you at night. And for not being angry when I steal the covers. And thank you for letting me sleep on your arm and for stopping me grinding my teeth in my sleep instead of getting annoyed.
Thank you for helping me sleep.
Thank you for making me feel safe and cared for and loved.
Thank you for your perfect self. Including your Kingly beard, of course.
Thank you for understanding about my allergies and stuff. And not getting angry with me when it means you can’t have things you want.
Thank you for being you. I think that you are perfect and amazing and wonderful. The only think I would change is the distance between us (which, given the chance, I’d eradicate completely). You are the bestest and the cooliest and the most fantabulous person that I have ever met. You are my favourite person.
And I love you Jamie. 15 months ago
Another late, bed written entry. I wanted to leave myself something to make sure I didn’t forget the phone call I just had.
I am loved. I am wanted. I am cared for. I am missed.
There are moments I want to document sometimes, things that are important and I don’t want to forget.
It’s not like a big turning point in my relationship or a big revelation its far more simple.
It’s just a declaration of feelings and of love. Love that would go further than even the best telescope would be able to see. Love that’s bigger than the universe (the universe is like a petite fois in comparison). Love that means giving up so much for someone.
Being told that I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and believing it. Believing that I’m a good person because he convinces me.
Feeling all sorts of wonderful positive things about myself because someone else thinks them about me and I believe and trust him.
Believing that everything is going to be okay when he tells you to. Why you believe it this time you don’t know. You just agree. Everything will be okay.
Being able to stop the sad tears and cry happy ones.
Silly bets that will be kept. Ones where nobody really loses.
There’s a sense of relief. I don’t know why or what or how. I feel lighter.
To be in a relationship like this is amazing. It grows and strengthens and gets even more perfect (is that possible?!) every day. I’m blessed to have found someone like Jamie. And I cherish and love him very much. I’ll try not to overload on the mush at this point but I do adore Jamie and I feel adored by him. I never even imagined I could be in a situation like this.
Tonight, even though I am sad and alone and craving cuddles like you wouldn’t believe, I am still going to fall asleep feeling happy and loved. 16 months ago
Another entry painstakingly written from my phone as I lay in bed after a Jamie phone call.
I do feel desperately sad. I’m still missing, and will continue to miss my Jamie so fucking bad it hurts. I still feel scared and worried and I still don’t know how I’m going to cope. I still feel awful and sad and lonely.
But I also feel loved and cherished and missed and cared for and looked after.
Thank you Jamie for still making me feel better even if you’re miles away.
Thank you also for being there for me always and for putting up with my shit and still loving me.
You’re the best.
I’m practically falling asleep so that’s my cue for sleepies. 16 months ago
How am I going to do this again? How do I go through this all again? And for such a long time… I have so much going on in the next few months and it’s scary and stressing me out and lord above I don’t know how I’m going to do it.
I apologise for the mush but goodness gracious do I miss my Jamie. It hurts so much I feel like I’m going to crack right down the middle and it feels like my heart is going to rip into two parts. It feels like I’m missing a big, vital part of me. I just feel so empty and sad and lonely. I can’t stop crying and I don’t feel any better.
I don’t know how I’m going to cope without having him cuddle me all night every night. I don’t know how I’m going to cope without kisses and cuddles and hand holding. I don’t know how I’m going to cope without those funny faces and the play fights and him catching me when I fall. I don’t know how to cope without him. I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to cope like this.
I don’t want to cry and I don’t want to hurt and feel bad. I want to feel like I do when I’m with Jamie but I’m not going to get that for so long. How do I do it? I feel so lost and scared.
I can only hope for distractions and heaven knows I’ll have a fair share of them. But is that going to make me better or worse? I’m going to find out and I don’t really want to. I don’t want to do these things alone.
I don’t want to say goodbye anymore. I’ve had enough of it. I am so sick of saying goodbye and having my heart hurt and I am sick of missing Jamie and I am sick of crying. Am I allowed to feel like that? I don’t want to seem ungrateful because I am. I cherish every second I get to spend with Jamie and I am so thankful for it but I want more. Is that bad? Is that selfish and greedy? At this point a better question would be do I care that if it is selfish and greedy?
Right now I don’t care but I think I would if I was calmer. But right now no. I feel justified in wanting more because it is not fair. It is justified because two people who love each other (I don’t want to be presumptuous but I’m pretty certain Jamie does love me) should be able to be together. They should be able to have cuddles and kisses when they want. And we can’t have that and it is not fair.
As I said the sooner this goal is completed the better.
I’m sorry for being a mushy, emotional wreck. If you have ever been so incredibly dedicated and passionate about achieving something you might just have an ounce of understanding for how I feel. I love Jamie so incredibly much and I want to live with him so badly that I cannot even begin to explain. I am dedicated and passionate about achieving this goal and that’s an understatement. I will do anything and everything that it takes because I want it so bad.
Jamie I’m sorry if I seem pushy and scary and clingy. I hope you feel the same way about me that I do about you or this will be super awkward. I hope this doesn’t scare you off because I really do love you (as you know). I just hope this comes off the right way. I mean it in the least creepy way possible. Love you!16 months ago