Yesterday I spent all day thinking about the boy and how wonderful he was. When he came home a flung the door open before he could unlock it and launched myself right into his arms and told him how much I love him. We went to eat cupcakes and I was just babbling about how much I loved him and something about how I had stumbled across someone's journal and she was saying that people are always telling her and her husband that they're just so much in love "because they're young" and "just wait a few more years" and shit like that. People have said that to us, too that once we're married and have children we'll get sick of each other. Well where is that written, hmm?
Anyway, we got it the car and he turned on the radio and was like, "This guy was arrested for being a terrorist and his life was ruined etc.etc. in this horrible dark voice. I was so crushed, I couldn't even enjoy the cupcakes when we got there. ;_; (Plus they had horrible nasty chocolate coffee ones I tried... big mistake, I hate chocolate and coffee together. Why does everyone try to add chocolate to things to make them better, anyway? It just makes it so gross! Like chocolate waffles... the most disgusting invention ever...)
But after we talked some I felt better. I wish that sometimes we could just have lighthearted conversations instead of always talking about his work or our wedding or money or terrorists or the end of the world as we know it. ;_;