Last night my boyfriend came home from his friend’s house all drunk and goofy,
arms loaded up with peanut M&Ms, cookies and garlic bread.
I had woken up from a deep NyQuil sleep and was waiting for him on the couch.
When he saw me he said, “Babe! I’m so glad you didn’t go to work I got us snacks.”
I laughed at the randomness of his purchases and his sloppy smile.
He hugged me really tight and said,
“I hung out without you for like 4 hours and it suckkkedd!”
I could feel my heart overflowing and I said,
“I missed you too peach.”

He smiled at me napping on the couch and then leaned over and hugged me so nicely.
He is the sweetest peach.

I so look forward to all the quiet moments.

Coming home from work and slipping into bed, putting my arm around him.
We just lay there without saying a word until the alarm clock tells him it’s time to get up.

In the car when there’s no talking, just music and the sound of the road and he puts his hand on my leg and lets it rest there until we get to where we’re going.

In the busy restaurant where people are squeezing and pushing past me and he put his arm around me, pulling me close, keeping his hand on my back.

It’s in all the unspoken moments, and gestures the glances and smiles and everything else.
I know I am his.

I love the way he looked at me today.
I could tell he was happy to see me.

I want to be that girl who moved at the beginning of September and created a blank slate. Who started over.
Even though she wasn’t as strong as I thought, she felt stronger then I am now.

I don’t cry on the floor of my living room anymore but I lay on my side wishing he would turn and put his arms around me and it feels the same.