I warn you ahead of time. This will most likely be pretty sweet, so if you don't want to deal with that, then move right on along.
I spent last weekend down in Salisbury with Matt. I pulled an all nighter (involuntarily, my body just hates me for some reason) on Thursday night and decided that it would be a better use of my time to drive down to Salisbury than to try to attempt work at either of my jobs (I still think this is perfectly valid. No sleep plus table saw equals missing fingers. No sleep plus organizing chemicals equals chemical burns. Point me.) So at 3:30 am, I got into my car and drove. Two and a half hours later, I pulled into the driveway and promptly passed out. His mom came out and got me at about 7, I'd been asleep in the car more or less for an hour.
None of that is particularly important.
What is important is the series of little things that made me absolutely love him even more.
Firstly, he stopped at Sonic on the way home. He didn't ask if I was hungry, he just stopped, picked up a bacon cheese and egg sandwhich, tater tots, and cherry limeade all on his own impulse. I was starving and didn't even realize it until he put the sandwich in my hands. That little act of kindness after a pretty exhausting 24 hour experience made me unbelievably happy. The fact that he brought one for his mom too was even better. I love that he thinks of other people and that he'll do little things like bring me flowers or my favorite drink without me having to ask. It's sweet and I love it.
Secondly, I hadn't realized how much I missed just being next to him. Crawling into bed and just being held was simply fantastic. There aren't really words to describe how that makes me feel, it's like coming home for the first time in years and finding that everything is just as wonderful as you remembered. It's comfort and love and everything just wrapped up into one. I came back home and hugged my body pillow so hard, but it won't ever be able to replace sleeping next to him.
Third, it felt like part of me clicked back into place. We didn't miss a beat, there wasn't any "oh hey, uh, it's you and I haven't seen you in a while oh damn what was it that you didn't like?" While I can function pretty well without Matt around, and I know he does fine without me, everything is just better when he's there. even if we're not sitting next to each other, it's nice just knowing he's around. We went shopping with his dad on Saturday, and Matt drove. I sat in the back seat and he kept looking back at me to make sure I was ok. I loved that (partially because I love his eyes but also because I loved that he was still looking out for me). After I left on Sunday, it felt like I was leaving part of me in Maryland. Not enough to cripple me, although it has before (there was a week there where it was not so pretty), but enough to make me ache and want to go back right now. I want to be able to go home and have him there. I want to be able to lie next to him every night. I want to be able to cook dinner and have him do dishes and curl up and watch tv together.
It's little things. But they're just so good.
