Sort of a surprise, really.

That I've missed him as much as I have. A mere four days...and I am really looking forward to seeing him tomorrow. I wasn't expecting to feel all this fuzzy stuff with anyone so soon. I am allowing myself to enjoy it. I don't really care what happens to us in six months, or even where we'll be in a week...but I'm living in the little moments, and loving the hell out of them.