Good again

I’m back online, as you may already know.
After all, our routine was a good one because it was hard on me when Steven couldn’t come over this weekend, though I understand that he had to study and do homework.
I know, there were times when I haven’t seen him for 2 weeks, but I was at my parents’ when this happened and we went swimming, so I didn’t really feel it that much. But now, I really did, it was like I really needed him badly.
I will describe a little about how it was those days, just what I remember, but I am so glad they are over.
He said he felt it too because he told me that he missed a day of class before coming over because he wasn’t feeling very well, but after coming over he said he felt better.
He sounded so exhausted when he came, but still held me tight and worked me out with such passion that I felt so wrapped up in him, with him on top of me blowing my mind.
I felt him all over me, on the inside and the outside of me, on in my veins, my heart, soul and body.
I could tell he missed me, especially when he cuddled with me after making love. Consumed with passion, I held him very cloce as if we were one, then ran my hands all over him as if to see if he was really here, it was like a dream.
Then he did something funny, he lay me on top of him, and then tickled me with one hand and held me with the other, so tight and strongly that no matter how much I moved, I could not escape his strong, powerful hands, nor did I want to.
I was laughing so ecstatically that he was wondering if Cokie was here, so we got up, I did it reluctantly of course, and then cuddled on the couch.
It was a very nice relief. He told me about his game, but that didn’t matter to me, but to hear his beautiful voice and to hear that he also missed me, made the wait worthwhile.
I played the ocarina that he gave me, you know, that thing that looks like a flute made out of seashell, and that has a hole that when you put it in your ear it sounds like its whispering something and I still don’t know what.
I gave it to him so that he would try to listen and tell me what it was, but he said it was just air.
“Maybe are those crazy voices in your head, he told me, but I know they’re not, and maybe some day I’ll be able to understand what it’s trying to tell me. But for now, he told me to practice it so I can play it for him, but I don’t feel very comfortable about playing it for his friends. No, I changed my mind, may be he wants to use that as a strategy to prove to that bitch of Angela that I’m not what she thinks I am, a poor damned kid, ha, I’m Steven’s girlfriend, and that should say something about me.
Well, that was about it, he was here for only 2 hours, but it felt more like 10 minutes.
We then kissed goodbye and he left me dancing the evening away.
Well, I said I was going to tell about how missing him was like, like a rare disease:
SDS: Steven Deficiency Syndrome

It all starts with stress, depression and lack of interest.
Too many days of not having him can make it worse, and lead to:
Melancholy and permanent, slow sadness
Excessive stress
Lethargy or lack of sleep
Misery
Yurning
Intense longing or feelings of missing something dear.
Heartache,
Emotionalism,
Very sensitive
At to that some weakness and the lack of spirit to keep on living.
One more day without him, and I don’t know what could’ve happened.
But I’m feeling good right now, thanks to him.
Tomorrow I’m going to find out whether I would spend the weekend here and have a Sunday morning with him, or to go see my mom and go swimming.
I’m also fixen to record another CD of him singing with that sweet charming voice of his.

Got to go
More updates next time