The last time I missed Mike this much was when we were broken up. Well okay, I missed him a lot more then, but you get the picture. Luckily I’ve been super busy, or I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. See, I’m used to being in constant touch with him. We usually spend hours on the phone or hanging out. Right before he started working third shift, we were getting on each other’s nerves a lot. It was probably all of the stress we were dealing with, but now I miss all of the things that were annoying me.

In the past three weeks, aside from tearing my hair out from all of my other problems, I’ve been whining that I miss him. I think my friends and family were getting really tired of hearing about it. So when he called me this afternoon and told me to come over, I pretty much ran from the post office and drove to his house singing really loudly and possibly getting strange looks from the people in other cars.

As soon as I got to his house, I threw the car into Park and practically ran inside. He was already holding the door open for me. Needless to say, we pretty much clung to each other the entire time I was there. It was nice, and intensely romantic — in a feverish, I-haven’t-seen-you-in-like-a-month sort of way. (Midnight coffee runs and food drop-offs don’t count.)

Amazingly enough, he’s off tomorrow night and we’re going to spend the night together. I have class until 8:30, so we’re either going to go to his dad’s and hang out or go to Joey’s and watch the game. I do have to work Friday morning, but I doubt that’ll stop us from staying together late.

The best part about today was that I had daydreamed all morning at work about being with him. I guess, if you wish for something hard enough, sometimes you actually get it.