It was great seeing you again. As if 8 months hadn't passed.

But 8 months had passed, and I must admit there was awkwardness. We didn't even kiss until 2 1/2 hours into seeing each other. But that was fine, the anticipation was fun. And your kisses didn't disappoint either. After 8 months, I forgot what your kisses were like completely. So I was relieved to find they were yummy. =P

I liked just chilling with you watching TV; it was nice to finally get to see what it's like to just hang out with you.

I like how our bodies mesh well together; I feel very comfortable in your arms.

I wonder if you're thinking about me as much as I'm thinking about you. And I wonder if you like me as much as I like you. These past 8 months have confused the shit out of me, and after this wonderful weekend, I'm even more confused.