Well, in case anyone missed it, I am officially in love. I told myself I wasn't going to do this again, and yet here I am, barely eating, working or sleeping. All I can think about is him. I'm wonderfully miserable, you might say... but in a good way. *wink* Seriously, though, I am so damn happy it's ridiculous. I am also, officially terrified.

He just left ... having a guy's night, and he has to get up early for an appointment tomorrow, and I have to work early so I suppose it is just as well. I miss him, (and don't think I don't realize how fucking pathetic that sounds!) I wasn't feeling well today so he took me to a movie and looked after me all day. We saw Big Fish... very strange and wonderful movie. Bring your Kleenex ...

My apartment is quiet ... and still when he is not here. We're planning a trip to Seattle at the end of the month. It will be nice to get away from everyone and just be together. We're staying in my favorite fancy schmancy hotel and (hopefully!) I will be feeling better so I can have fabulous hotel sex. *smirk* I'm excited... just hope I can make it through the work week until then. *sigh*

Today he said he wishes he could spoil me. This from a man who is everything I could ever dream of and more. I told him he does spoil me, and he laughed, saying that I knew what he meant. I told him I'd rather have the love and attention and consideration and respect that he gives me more than anything money could buy.

Time for bed, I suppose. He loves me ... what more could I ever want?