a dreamy weekend
October 14, 2002 at 4:15 p.m.
What a weekend huh...
a boy drove 14 hours just to hold me.
And hold he did.
Thursday morning I woke up freaking out... I was afraid I was going to see him and I wasn't going to feel the same... I love him like my best friend but that had to be it, right?? This is all in my head, right???
Around 8:30am I decided I had to leave and go to school. I didn't know when they were getting here and I would leave my door unlocked so they could get in.. I was just so nervous I could sit around.
As I walked to my car, a BMW drove up, and he jumped out.
It felt RIGHT. I was so happy, my fears ran away and it felt so natural to have him here. I felt peaceful - calm, finally.
I took him to campus to do some errands and to show him how beautiful it is here... walking around ASU with him felt so wonderful, I had my best friend by my side. AS I showed him the beautiful courtyard witht he fountain and the ivy outside the music buliding, he swung me around into his arms and kissed me.
The whole weekend was so marvelous. He came all this way with two of my friends and we played like kids all over Phoenix. Whole lotta sushi goin' on. Ooo, and Friday night I found dates for our two friends that came and we painted the town.
On the whole, it was just smashing. I didn't realize how difficult it would be to say good bye, but he promised he'd be back soon.
Yeah, it's scary too. Now and then, I get this freakish pang in my chest and I fight the urge to call him and tell him I just can't do this. And I also get this feeling too most of the time where I just feel peace. And excitement.
He gets scared too. But at least we're honest about it.
he needs to come visit me again soon.
ew.. I woke up sick. pooooor Reva. Poor old Reva.
I'm going to be 23 on Wednesday. I'm feeling bad about that maybe a little. I got the best birstday treat seeing Loren this weekend. I felt oh so marvelous.
It's selfish of me to be upset that the day itself is going to be stinky. I have rehearsals and classes and a midterm and a recital to go to and maye go out for a bite after that with Lia, my nifty violinist partner in crime.
But .... it's like how I still get upset that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny don't visit me anymore. In the shallow end of my heart, it still just matters if my day is as groovy as it was when I was 8.
Now I have stuff to do and my friend sare too far flung to really get together and celebrate...
and that in itself makes me feel really good. I have so many friends in different places and I have things to do.
(but deeeep down inside I wish I could get a cake and a party. 23 is too old NOT to do something intereseting.. le sigh...)
SUPERCRACK is going to take a pity nap. zzzzzzzzz