greg came home tonight....what can i say? you'd have needed one hell of a giant-sized eraser to wipe the smile off my face. it's still there now when i think of him.

when he got off the plane...he was in his little boy scout uniform, and hadn't showered, so of course he smelled pretty bad, and still i thought he was more beautiful then than i had ever seen him. i'd thought i had his face memorized, but seeing him reminded me that no memory can ever take the place of the real thing. it was like the two weeks without him were some weird dream, and suddenly there he was again. Poe wrote "Arousing from the most profound of slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream..."
Never have I been so happy to have that gossamer web torn to pieces. It's terrible: i made it through two weeks without him, but now after seeing him for so short a time tonight i don't know how i'll make it until tomorrow night...

Sweet dreams to all.