Fuck. I feel like I'm about to just collapse into myself. A heap. A sleepy heap of clothes and sneakers. Things are decent enough though, I guess. Gary came back last week and we mended. We mended and then had great sex. He sent me a postcard from Florida. I got it the day before he came back.

"Another rainy day (sigh) Still nice to have no work. I wanted to let you know I was thinking of you and whatever happens, I do miss you.
Love Gary"

The mending was good. Most times I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing but I really love him and sometimes it hits me randomly, like a gym sock half full of pennies. We talked about things I had already worked out in my head while he was gone. It's interesting that you can actually feel love radiating off someone. That might sound crazy but you can. I felt happy and glued to him.

Glue. I finally finished this gift idea I had. A plain wooden box I bought at Kate's Paperie months ago is now covered in pictures I cut out from a stockpile of Entertainment Weekly magazines. Most of the pictures are from movies Gary and I have seen together. Inside the box are a few ticket stubs. He loves it. In a vain, silly, shallow way, I'm glad I have a boyfriend to do stuff like that for.