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It baffles me as to why I find it so difficult to put into words the more amazing things in my life.

I take pride in my writing ability and yet all I can come up with to describe my weekend in Connecticut with Drew is "EFFING AMAZING!" and then I'm disappointed in myself because not only is it lacking in my normal eloquence and class, but it really pales in comparison to all I experienced.

We didn't do anything. No sightseeing or touristy crap other than a little bit of NYC on Monday before I flew out of JFK and some of Greenwich - it was just us. So when people ask how the trip was and what I did... it's hard to answer. Because it was (without an ounce of insincerity or exaggeration) the best weekend of my life but there wasn't much accomplished other than... Drew. And I relished every moment. We had a couple of really good dinners (one marred by some unnecessary drama, but oh well), watched a movie, cuddled a lot, laughed even more and kissed even more than that. I was ready to stay forever.

But then again, that's the plan. :)

He'll be back in AZ the end of May and I'll go to Cleveland to meet his family sometime during the summer. He goes to Italy for work in June and I don't know what I'm going to do with myself if I can't text or talk to him every half hour.

Perhaps the best way to put it is to say that this is absolutely unlike anything I've ever felt before. This is worth holding onto - with both hands.