Okay. I lied. I am not over Tony. I've been pushing myself to say that I am and have even told him. But it's not true. I'm not over him. I don't even know when I will be. But I'm happy. Even though he and I aren't dating or fooling around. I'll put it that way. Tony called me up yesterday afternoon to tell me that he got off early and wanted to come over. He gets here and we hang out for a bit in my room before he picks on me for wearing a Toronto shirt and trying to get into his car. So I tell him I'll change and he lays down on my bed and covers his head with my pillow. Then he asks me if there's a mirror he can look in and replies with a firm "I don't know" when I ask him why. He gets to the end of his countdown, peeks out from beneath the pillow and sees me in my bra. Shirtless. And I saw the look in Tony's eyes. I'm now wishing that I'd laid down next to him and said "Screw going anywhere. Why don't we just stay here?" I'm now wishing I'd just kissed him again at some point yesterday. Told you I wasn't over him. ******************************************** I keep having this recurring dream, or rather, a recurring event in a dream. It involves getting into an elevator, someone pushes a button and then we're free falling. I've had this happen to me twice already in my dreams. And everytime, we stop just before we hit the ground. Yet, last night we didn't stop before we hit but we were okay. All of us survived. What does this mean? ******************************************** Okay. I have to make a nice little farewell note for this weekend. I'm looking forward to coming home to see what Lisa and possibly Tony will have written in here. Later guys. I'll fill you in on everything when I return :) *S* previous - next