Twenty-six

Paul reached home yesterday. It was a bit odd, although very nice, to see him sitting next to me while eating. We could talk without getting interrupted and going The video is stuck, I can't hear you, Sorry what did you say, Hold on I'll call you back too often on Skype. It was so nice to see, touch him, rather than just staring at the laptop screen (okay fine I actually alternate between looking at him and looking at myself, to make sure I look pretty).

It's not only odd for me. He said he's forgotten how small I am. Kept on going Why are your thighs so small? 

We've been doing this leaving and coming back for about six times now, but I'm still not used to it. It's odd whenever he leaves(I'm suddenly at home the whole day, with nothing to do). And I have to admit that it's also odd when he's back. It's like Oh now I have to give in to his needs.

In his words: It's nice to have a girlfriend again.

Pfft.