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brightbluegirlAAAaAaaaaggghhh!!
I've been reading Cam's old entries from when he started writing in his diary, ever so long ago.
I miss him fiercely.
Even before Andrew and I moved down here, Cam and I were both really into our men and our increasingly homey lives, so we didn't spend as much time together as we used to.
We used to spend every day together. EVERY DAY. We grew together and we told each other practically everything. When we were lonely, we slept in the same bed, just to know someone was there.
And then, not too long before we left, Cam and I had a little misunderstanding. Nothing big or bad, and we worked it out just fine, but I still remember it, and every other time we ever had one, and wish they didn't happen. I'd rather we just had happy memories of each other. (Even though I know that doesn't happen in real relationships)
He's going to come visit soon, if everything works out. I'm excited. I hope it's as wonderful as the times we used to spend together. I want to go to Pulse and laugh at the Larpers. I want to show Cam the trash at Walmart. I want to wander around and see it all from his eyes. I want to hang out at the Blue Dragon and talk about our lives. I want to revel in the enjoyment of each other. I want to sit on the couch and drink tea and chat. I want to have entire conversations based on the frivolity of life and the laughing at stupid/trashy/tacky/ignorant people.
(Dammit. I really want to find some acid. That would make the "trip" even better.)
I love you, Cam!
I've been reading Cam's old entries from when he started writing in his diary, ever so long ago.
I miss him fiercely.
Even before Andrew and I moved down here, Cam and I were both really into our men and our increasingly homey lives, so we didn't spend as much time together as we used to.
We used to spend every day together. EVERY DAY. We grew together and we told each other practically everything. When we were lonely, we slept in the same bed, just to know someone was there.
And then, not too long before we left, Cam and I had a little misunderstanding. Nothing big or bad, and we worked it out just fine, but I still remember it, and every other time we ever had one, and wish they didn't happen. I'd rather we just had happy memories of each other. (Even though I know that doesn't happen in real relationships)
He's going to come visit soon, if everything works out. I'm excited. I hope it's as wonderful as the times we used to spend together. I want to go to Pulse and laugh at the Larpers. I want to show Cam the trash at Walmart. I want to wander around and see it all from his eyes. I want to hang out at the Blue Dragon and talk about our lives. I want to revel in the enjoyment of each other. I want to sit on the couch and drink tea and chat. I want to have entire conversations based on the frivolity of life and the laughing at stupid/trashy/tacky/ignorant people.
(Dammit. I really want to find some acid. That would make the "trip" even better.)
I love you, Cam!
I love you, too.
Date: 2003-01-10 10:53 pm (UTC)--Cam