Was it once or twice–or was it three times?–tonight that he gave me one of those long looks that makes my heart skip? I can’t remember now; I can’t differentiate one from the other. Once is enough. I know it happened at least once this evening. I was sitting in the living room and Colbert was on, and he was sitting in another chair nearby, and I looked up at him and he held my gaze for several tantalizing moments–like, longer than you normally do when you glance around the room and make happenstance eye contact with someone. I love looking into his eyes like that! I can’t get enough of it. I know I say this all the time, but…wow! It’s incredible! I wish I could do it all the time. Actually, I’m longing for some sort of physical contact. Like earlier, when he was sitting at the computer, I just wanted to come over and sit on his lap and rest my head against his chest, or run my hand through his hair, like I mentioned before, or–heaven forbid–kiss him!
We were forced out of the employee breakroom at work tonight and onto the main floor for dinner, at which time Greg stated, “I don’t want to sit out here with all these commoners; I want to sit where there’s a big-screen TV!”
Milo and I had another long talk last night for about two hours; but last night we laughed all the way through it. I really like how we can go from being all serious one day, to just laughing nonstop the next. He wrote this really excellent paper for his film class. I was so amused.
Now would be a fabulous time to go to sleep. I have all these thoughts about him running through my mind and would likely dream about him.
…I need to go to bed earlier more often.