antiprincess

He's supposed to be coming home for an extended period of time (a couple of months, or so) within a week, maybe even before the weekend. Until I heard that yesterday, I was thinking he'd be home around mid-June. So I'm really excited about that.

I have this fantasy where he tells me he's coming home, say, Monday, and instead, sneaks in in the middle of the night, say, Friday. And I wake up as he crawls into bed, and tells me he loves me. And everything would be right with the world again.