The bed

I looked at wedding china tonight and some stuff to register for. It's pretty exciting. I also got the CUTEST grey shoes. My Mom got them for me. We are trying to spend a lot of time together in the next year because I'm moving eventually to be with Patrick. He has his big physical fitness test tomorrow. I know he's anxious/worried about it. I know he'll be wonderful and brilliant because he's like that. My mother and I were talking about it tonight. How much he loves me, how much I love him. We also talked about how everyone thought we were crazy and maybe we were, but we are crazily in love.

There's this song, it's a country song and it's about loving someone and it being okay as long as they're the same kind of crazy as you. That's what this blog is named for, and about. He's my same kind of crazy and if it means that day in and day out I get him. Then, it's worth every second of hardship. I spent 3 years with the wrong person. I loved him but I was not IN love with him and there's a huge difference. He was my best friend and I thought it would be enough. I didn't know that "enough" isn't what matters. As the movie Meet Joe Black said "love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with?". Ironically, that was one of my exes' favorite movies. It's right though, and Patrick is my missing piece. Did I know it the second I met him?

No.

He knew it the second he met me though and he spent a month saying "I'm the guy for you...it's okay if you don't know it...because I'm the guy"

He's the guy.

My bed feels so empty without him. Normally, I sleep spread out on both sides and lately, I've been sticking to just one side. I wake up each morning hoping I'll roll over and he will be there. I cannot wait until he is.

Goodnight moon. Goodnight stars.