You can tell when I'm with Tony, because I have such little time to spend on here gushing about him.

Tomorrow ends the more than a week straight that I've gotten to see him everyday, and more important, got to spend a lot of time with him, and it was so fabulous. And not enough. After tomorrow morning, I won't see him until probably next Tuesday. It seems like so long.

Which is why we're talking about me moving in with him for the summer, and subletting my room, so I can come back for classes in the fall. Hypothetically. I am so excited about the possibility of spending my summer with him. It'd be super awesome if I could get a new job, and work my schedule so that it's similar to his. The only thing that would suck would be that I totally dig my roommates, and I'd miss them, but, ya know, I can't say I feel nearly as strongly about them as I do about my boy.

This is this most amazing experience of my life, I think. Everything feels so beautiful and right. I honestly didn't know things could feel this right, I thought it was all movie and novel fluff. I never believed I could be this certain about a feeling as vague as love. Nothing makes me nearly as happy as being with him except thinking and talking about a future that he's a part of.

I had more to write, but I'm super tired, and that makes me forget things. Oh, well, I can sleep when I'm dead. I have my priorities.