I sit here on my plane at 35,000 feet on my way back to houston texas. I left yena 6 hours ago. Again. Something in me hates me for walking away from him. I cried on his shoulders a few times, got some music to play that Really tore me up in side. My emotions really had a free for all. Yena wouldnt tell me i made a mess of my face from crying, but i knew. The embrace i had on him was genuinely and loving. in ways i wish i didnt have to go.

Took him out to dinner and cooked like i said i would. Did everything i could remember. We had moose and josh over for dinner. They really enjoyed the enchiladas. And we had some free time for things. We went to K1 gocarting, had a blast. Went to the movies, had to see the furious 7. Good movie. Had a couple romantic dinners. And did a few things only lovers would do. Everyone thinks its easy to put those special feelings in to words.  But its not. So much i want to say and express, but for some reason the words escape me.  I know i can show it and make it very well known that i truly love this person.

Yena, im very sorry i had to move so far away. But i do promise to be back again to visit you. Maybe someday we can live together. All the dreams i had daydreamed while waiting for these days to get here, i fofilled. I have no regrets. I kept my promises. Yena was super happy, i could see it in his eyes. (I need to put this down for a bit)

I will write more as my feelings and emotions calm down some.