so zach has been sick for the past week or so (on account of waiting outside my dorm in the rain for me because I was upset with him. my life is a movie.)

we went and saw 50/50 two nights ago and ended up lying in bed talking until 7:30 in the morning. I woke up two hours later for class, sick as a dog, naturally. emailed my teachers and called off work. he laid next to (and sporadically napped with) me until our sick and weak asses mustered up the energy to make some ramen noodles at freaking 5:00pm. I started my period. I stuffed my face with m&m’s and pretzels. he joined. we watched Prisoner of Azkaban because he knows its my favorite. we watched about a trillion of my favorite dance videos. I looked and felt horrifying and he still called me beautiful (which is actually semi-annoying because let’s be real here, I just wasn’t, but it’s still adorable.) a million period-incuced bitchings from myself lead to only a million sickly kisses from him. on top of this, I haven’t shaved my legs in who knows how long, but with him I couldn’t care less. he didn’t leave my room until around midnight, after literally putting me to sleep by standing at my bedside, scratching the underside of my arm because he knows that’ll do it.

I’ve found a good one. and things haven’t been exactly easy or perfect or lovely at times, but yesterday, everything just was. and these are the moments I need to write down for the sake of remembering.