I wanted to write and let you all know that I am indeed alive.I am.
Though I kind of feel weird.
I've met people and made a few friends so that's nice. But I miss Tony.
I miss my cat.
The night before I left, Tony came over with a surprise: he cut off all his hair. He looked so damn nice.
We sat in my room talking, my arm inside his and I'm leaning on his shoulder. He told me about what he did and how the haircut came about. An hour later at around 11pm, we sat on my floor and he rested his head in my lap while laying back. I play with the peachfuzz and we just sit there talking with each other.
At one point he told me he was going to Albany State next year for college and I smiled. I hugged him and told him that he just made me very happy. Should be interesting to see if he makes it up here next year and where we are by the time he does.
My mom took pictures of us before he went home and I didn't cry. I didn't cry about him at all. Well, not until last night when I called him. He was in the shower as usual and I just waited. He called me back and sounded so happy to hear me. Tony mentioned something about the letter, that the photo I'd included was "hot, very hot." It was my senior portrait, don't get any ideas :) I told him that I missed him and how I wished that he was here. I'll be heading home this weekend to do shopping and get a new pair of pants because the only other good pair I had ripped at the left knee. It appears to be getting cooler here so I want some formal protection for my knees.
I also get to bring up a coffee-maker when I go home.
Plus, my cat Jobey misses me.
I can't say I don't feel the same.
