...you sent me this text: I love you and it will be a great new year with you :) And, I started to cry a bit, for my second time today. I love that feeling of crying from happiness. Even though a discomforting lump may develop in your throat, your face tingles with happiness, and the tears slowly stream down, as if washed out of your eyes by the building pressure of the tingling sensation.
I knew you were going to text me this after I had gone home. Whenever we have a good talk about us, I know there are some endearing or romantic things that you want to say, but you do not. It's just because you aren't as readily expressive as a person, and maybe it's also because of my aura of hardness. But, I'm very soft for you, and the more you say you love me, the more soft I will become, and love you even more.
The first time I cried today was because I thought about losing my gramma. I've been thinking about it a lot more lately. Time keeps moving, she's getting older, and I'm not up there to spend time with her. So, I called her tonight to tell her I miss her. Of course, our conversations aren't as enjoyable anymore b/c she's set in her ways as am I (I try to hold my tongue more though!) But, she's still my silly gramma, who is always telling me not to worry so much--an irony since her own worriworti-ness was definitely passed on to me. She worries about me, and I worry about her.
