it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to...
home again from the most joyous of birthday journeys...wishing that it could last longer as always my time with him seems so short and fleeting. everytime it seems the moment when walls and barriers are beginning to break down and the conversation starting to flow more smoothly serious, it is time for one of us to leave. the romanticized, idealistic moment fades before we can be grounded down into a practical reality. someday soon, i hope this changes...till then, we have some growing and thought to wade thru. *oof*...as well as much, much thesis work on both of our ends....