It's been a long week, so I'll give the 1 minute version. Big took control of my life, and I've been obsessing over Pride and Prejudice. My advice is to watch the movie before you read the book, that way you know that the book eventually DOES get better...and it's not so hard to read through. (Note: Watching a movie before reading the book first is totally against my belief system...but Jane Austin is an exception...) I'm counting down the days left of school, and the days until Limelight once again enters my life.

Of course, all of this isn't the reason why I'm posting. I had an urge to write, so here goes:

I've had a 'me' weekend, so to speak. My friends have been having fits with me, and both my best friend and boyfriend were not in Oswego this weekend...so I was on my own. I've spent a lot of time reflecting over the chain of events that have occured in these past few months, and deciding what I want to do with my future. I may go into detail later, but that's another post for another time. Right now I feel like sharing a little ditty about one man, whom I love and adore, to...as much of the world as I can. Because, quite frankly, I miss my boyfriend a lot, and I am waiting ever so patiently for his return to Oswego.
The last month I spent with Elliot made me completely miserable. I wasn't happy, and I refused to believe it. I spent my weekends desperately trying to cling to the happiness I knew I once had, but with two failing relationships and other chaotic events on my mind, I ended up spending most of those weekends alone...and terribly depressed.

El had conflicts yet again, so we couldn't spend that last weekend together. I guess it was all for the better though. I complained to Kevin online about it, and then decided that I had waited long enough for nothing, so I asked Kevin to meet me downtown. We strolled around down there; it was freezing and I was upset. He sympathized with me as I told him of my troubles, and was shocked to find out that I had resorted to starving myself and cutting as an outlet to the pain in my heart. He took care of me that afternoon, and made way too many Dylan and Beatles references for my little mind. He made me smile and laugh, and that's all I could've asked for.

The next day my relationship with El was officially over. He was there whether I liked it or not, listening to me cry or saying sweet and caring words to up my mood. We talked an aweful lot, and I found myself wanting to get home as quickly as I could just to talk to him a bit more. He understood what it was like to feel lonely and hopeless, and I took comfort in knowing that I wasn't all that alone.

Two weeks later was spring break, and we spent every moment we could together. It's so cliche, I know. My feelings for him were very deep, but I refused to let myself even think of dating him until I was almostallthewayover my relationship with El. Of course, I thought about it anyway. My heart has never once listened to my brain. Blah blah blah blah blah. Eventually, after many trials and tribulations, I was asked to be his girlfriend...and here we are.
That's always a fun story to tell. I guess I realized this weekend how much Kevin really means to me. He was the light at the end of my very dark tunnel, the rainbow after the nasty storm, and other cheesy things like that. Little does he know that he showed me that life is worth living, and that I should live for my wants, my desires, and my loves. He gave me strength, hope, and faith when I thought all was lost. Most importantly, in my darkest moments he refused to leave my side, when I thought all others had.

These are things I love him for, and these are things I wil never forget.

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