moving

lonely, dim hum of Stereophonics piping into my ears. So maybe tomorrow I’ll find my way home
Drop down, click..klatty of the keys..and he left me four voice mails before mr.sandman took him away..he whispers I love you.. and I catch my breath.

A week now..the plane tickets are bought I have given notice at my job..it’s a strange feeling..and odd mixture of happiness and sadness. We’re going to come back to los angeles for a few days before we fly east..I wanna say good bye to my home properly.

I think I may surprise him with a trip to the getty..I think he’d like that and I haven’t been since I was ten.

I feel like I should sit and write the story out..there is so much back story to him and I..(just so you guys know he’s not some guy I just met..him and I dated for two years..we lived together for a year and half..we broke up five years ago)

there’s pillows in their cases and one of those is mine..

I’m just so crazy about him..

*Sighs* so next time I write I will be an adopted east coast girl..shivering in our old room..

I’m going back in time.

I feel like doc brown..where we’re going..we don’t need roads..

atleast he said the snow is good for making snowballs..I’m sooo pegging him with a snowball..

sorry for the lack of notes I am reading/lurking just trying to pack up my life is taking a lot out of me…

They are playing fight club at a midnight showing near my house..how I long to go..any one wanna come?

*Angel*
falling for you was the easy thing to do..