I went home this weekend....for Easter, at least that's what I told myself and everyone else.  In reality, I went home to see someone, a friend that has always and will always be there for me and be a part of my life.  I came home Thursday night and slept in...yay!!! I hadn't gotten to do that in such a long time.  Then Friday we went out to eat and I got to see an old friend, chatting is always fun, then I went to see The Other Boleyn Girl.  It was decent.  Saturday I went to Easter Vigil and it was amazing!  I really enjoyed it.  The rest of my trip home was pretty uneventful.  I have a lot of stuff to deal with though and I just wanna run and hide.  I'll probably be writing on here a lot because I need to get some stuff out.

We talked all day and all night.

He was coming to pick me up, I looked a fright.

I ran and got changed as quick as can be.

Soon he would be coming for me.

He pulled up and I got in.

Off we drove, not knowing of our impending sin.

We arrived at the park in no time at all.

The rain was falling slowly as if stuck in a crawl.

We couldn’t get out because of the rain.

So we just sat and talked knowing this could not be sane.

He leaned over, my heart beat faster.

I knew this could only be a disaster.

As our lips met, I lost my breath.

It was the best momentary death.