New Week

Hello Everyone:

A new week and hopefully a better one than last week. Mom casually informed me that the BIL and sons are coming over this weekend. Meh. I could care less. Anyway, it doesn't matter what I say or think, mom'll do whatever she wants. I really don't like the imposition or the extra mess. They end up camping out in the living room all day, leaving me no place to sit and leave a trail of debris. I usually hide out in my room. Anyway, last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I was thinking about the Brit BF. How much I miss being in his kisses, being in his arms, his touch. It's been almost two months since I last saw him and my birthday is next week. I was so hoping to celebrate it with him. It's my wish every year since we got together. I keep telling myself next year and I'm still holding out hope for it. I know he wants to come back to Los Angeles. I want him back. I want to hold and kiss him. I want to make love to him again. For now I have my day dreams, Messenger, and Skype. Not really good substitutes but they're all I have. So I've learned to deal with it. I just really miss him every day not just on my birthday. If I could, I'd hop on the next plane back to the UK. I really loved it their. Oh well, one day.