Bah. I'm cold and hurt and bitter.
*grumble mumble bumble*
My hot chocolate is pretty cold too, for that matter. BAH!

So I did some push-ups in hopes of raising my body heat there, but all I really did was remind myself how pitifully out of shape I am. And actually, I'm not really. Winter Break was good for me in that regard.

Sometimes, I feel as though every day I am becoming a stronger person, even if it's not a physical change.

I probably am. That gets me sometimes. There are moments when I pull out of myself and sort of look at where I am, random bits of time and day when I think, puzzled, "how did I get to this point in time?" and stand amazed at whatever prompting creation brought me to that thought. (Side note: The hot chocolate is going out the window. Sad, but necessary. And, Side Update: The window tossing was much more finesse in my head) So, sometimes, I amaze myself. I really am filled with hope that things are building towards something great and beautiful, carrying me along with them. Sometimes.

When I got back, he and I were both shaking and breathy and unable to stop smiling or holding hands and breaking away every few steps to hug or kiss the other. And he told me he loved me moments before I told him. I think it was perfect.

This also is an amazing idea. I think he actually does love me, in the way that one ought to be properly loved. So I don't know. I know Cedric said he loved me, but I don't think he and I knew- we did the best we could, but that was different. This is diffierent. There are parts of me that fully believe right now that I could love him forever (shhhh! That embarasses me thoroughly).

And now it's sort of late and I'm to wake up early tomorrow for Bio and I'm making myself blush in addition to the stomach ache (that looks redundant, hmmm), so I'm off.