The Best Feeling Ever.

So, I had a teensy weensy melt down the other night. I thought I was going to have more of a melt down, but It wasn't that bad for once. I was frustrated - mostly because I missed the nose kisses, the "jerk-ass" jokes, and Jake's hands brushing the hair out of my eyes. Jake seems to have this uncanny ability to hold on to his idea of me and our relationship - the passion, the care, and the closeness - for days - maybe over a week. I can't. After day 4, I am usually trying to remember whether or not he still likes me.

So this little meltdown started over nothing... And it snowballed. I only cried once, and I stayed super focused at work - so really I did well. I am still second guessing though.

Last night though, getting his text messages, hearing how much he missed me, and having him almost attack me when he walked in the door (hugging, smelling, kissing me) was the best. Watching him devour the pie I made him, cuddling up close to him all night, and waking up to a perfectly beautiful windy day was amazing. It was more than I could have ever asked for. We layed there snuggled up in bed, under the covers, with the windows wide open, listening to the wind blow, and not saying anything. It was great. It was the best feeling ever. SO relaxed, so perfectly fitting. It didn't even bother me when he left ever so quickly. He left with the promise of a date tomorrow.

We are growing. We are growing so much, and we fit together so well.. It's comforting. It's exciting. I still think he is going to break my heart.. But I don't think that will happen anytime soon. He may be my Cary Grant.. But I seem to be the Audrey to his charm.