You smell like the winter air and taste like fresh raspberries.

I get to see my darling tonight at 7pm for the first time since December 25th. I’m so ecstatic, and yet for some reason, I’m nervous. Like, I have nervous butterflies just because I can kiss him and hold his hands. Friday is when he comes home, and I can’t wait until he can be all mine all the time again!

Whenever my boyfriend references the future, in our yet-to-happen conversations, he calls me honey. But currently, neither of us calls the other honey. I think there’s like a point in your life where you just have to start calling your significant other honey. It’s bound the happen, there’s no escaping it.

Ps. I pointed that out to him, and then he said I’m honey because he’s pooh bear, and immediately after, he was like oh my God, Alyjah, you can never repeat what I just said, I never said that. But now you all know so, HA.

(he’ll deny it…but I speak truths)

So beyond ecstatic I got to spend a few hours with my love tonight (: