Welp, it’s been what, eight, nine weeks since I last saw my girlfriend. I live in San Francisco, and she in Redwood City (about 20 miles south). But she’s spending a quarter at UC San Diego (as opposed to Santa Cruz, 75 miles away from SF).
I went out to the Castro tonight for the annual Halloween throwdown. It was fun, no doubt, and proof that San Francisco knows how to fuckin’ rock it. But man, it was just not the same.
You see, I met Laura last Halloween. I will never forget how she looked that night. Leopard-print dress, braids, and a top hat. A few months later when I went down to visit my friend in Santa Cruz, well, sparks flew, and the rest is history.
Ugh, I’m rambling, reminiscing about last year’s Halloween. I miss my baby. I’m going to see her soon- Monday, in fact. I rally miss her. Every time I see a couple, arms around each other, I long to be able to do that with Laura so badly it hurts. Even more so than when I was single, because I want to do it with someone I love, not some random good-looking chick. I truly beleive she’s the best thing that ever happened to me, in my admittedly short life. She single-handedly brought me out from the brink of depression, and she makes me happier than I’ve ever been. I miss seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, hearing her voice, all the faces she males, plus many other things, some of which would not be appropriate for MPSIMS.
Anyone else this far removed from the one they love, and want to vent/whine?