When Every Starfall Brought You to Tears Again

Hello blogging world. It's me, as usual. I just went to the nail salon yesterday, and they filed my left thumb all weird, so I just want my readers to know that I am literally going through pain to write this.

I saw the love of my life this weekend. It was pretty amazing. Nothing spectacular, except him. :] Tom came over and we all hung out, and then we went to the mall with RJ, and we all saw "Drag Me to Hell." It was a pretty good movie, but the ending was very upsetting and annoying. Tom would agree with me here, right, Tom? Anyway, Tom, Dave, and me all played DDR [I won] and FUSION FRENZYYYYY on my Xbox. It was so much fun.

The only damper on my weekend was when his mom came to pick him up. Despite the obvious reasons as to why this would be a damper, his mom also came in and asked him to talk to his grandfather, who is opposed to them coming down here [long story]. While my world was on the phone, his eyes got glassy and his angelic features twisted into a masque of sadness. The visage I dread. It almost made tears fall from my eyes, but since his were not falling yet, I decided that I must be strong. His grandfather hung up on him, which was very mean, since it was not mon ange's fault.

This makes me sad, because his face is always so happy when he is with me, but whenever his family gets involved, he gets sad. This is upsetting for me because he has to endure his family for a long time, but his friends he gets to see for only a few seconds, or so it seems. I feel so horrible for him because he deserves better than that. He deserves a loving, supportive atmosphere in which cruelty has no place.

I'm also very nervous because if his grandfather gets angry enough, he may do something unthinkable, like forbid them from coming down to Philadelphia. That deeply saddens me, and I don't want to sink into another depression. It's very sad. I always said that I can't wait until summertime, because then my love would be down here for long long looonnngg periods of time. I hope to the goddesses and gods above that this plan still works. Please, please don't let anything get in the way of that. Goddess, please.

Well, I should go study for finals.

My angel, we will endure.
Our love lasts miles.
And days.
And hours.
And weeks.
It always will.
I love you.
♥