Day Four; Separation Anxiety.

Assumptions were correct; school was canceled today, and it's going to be canceled again tomorrow. Sitting around the house today was uneventful besides the fact that everyone seemed to be yelling at each other. I, on the other hand, found peace in lounging in my bed all day reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, bundled up in blankets and cuddled up to the bee that you see above.

That bee is extremely special to me. It was given to me by my boyfriend and best friend, Brandon Buchanan. Today, I found myself squeezing that bee just a little tighter and staring at my promise ring just a little longer than usual. I'm missing him quite a bit. He's grounded, too, so I'm not going to get to see him this weekend. I don't really know how to explain how much that has made my stomach hurt today. That's why I have chosen to write about him.

As I mentioned yesterday, he had a bad day. The truth of the matter is, he's had a bad week. Every time I have talked to him this week, he's sounded so sad. I just wish I could do something to make him happier, and I know the only thing that would is if I magically showed up on his doorstep, something that is impossible with him being grounded. When he's sad, I'm sad. When he's happy, I'm happy. That's what happens when someone is your everything. And that's what he is to me. I don't care if you think that I'm just some high school girl who "thinks" she's in love. I am. And I will be for...well, ever. No one has to believe me on that except him. And he does.

Brandon is different from anyone I know. He's hilarious; anyone will tell you that. But the side of him that I know best is his sweet, loving, spoiling, caring side. He loves to see me happy. He never forgets to tell me he loves me, and he does small things all the time to let me know he loves me. The hour between us makes things hard. We only get to see each other on weekends, but we did get to spend most of Winter Break together; that was simply amazing.

This post is really just my way of expressing my hope that Brandon's days get better. I'm feeling really crappy that there is absolutely nothing I can do from 74.79 miles away to make him happy like I can when I'm right next to him. I hope he will read this post and smile just a little smile for me. I love you, Brandon. More than anything.

And that, my friend, is what my day has centered around: my feelings for that boy. The way I miss him, love him, and need him to be happier. Tonight, I will fall asleep cuddling with my bee like I always do, and I will be thinking of him. That's the way my life works.