Normality

Atlantic City feels like a distant memory. It was only a week ago (around the same hour of night) that Josh and I were getting home from our first night at the casino. I'm looking at my duffel bag still packed on my bedroom floor, and the heels I wore to dinner sitting in the corner. I feel like sometimes I take things for granted. I live in the moment, but I feel like maybe I don't absorb them enough. I'd give anything to teleport back to exactly a week ago. I was free. No parents or work or obligations. Just me, Josh, casino chips, and free drinks. My life just seems so empty when Josh isn't with me, and texting doesn't always fix that. Sometimes texting grows wearisome and I want to see him in person. We're going to a concert this Saturday, so I'll be staying over then. I wish we were like a normal couple. I want to see him more than once a week, and for more than a few fleeting hours. I want to grab lunch just because we can. Or stay out late watching a movie. Or do brunch on Sundays with our families. I was thinking about it earlier, and it shocked me. Josh and my parents have really only had a sit down meet and greet once. We all went out to dinner and they met him face to face for the first time. They've seen him from the car or here and there, but that's really it. I know that he and my mom talk fairly often via text. I'm not always sure what it's regarding, but I think it's sweet. Then I think about the interaction I've had with his family. They treat me like one of their own. I see them just as often as I do Josh. His mom and I have bonded to the point of sharing clothes. This time last year, I had no idea who Josh was...but now, I don't know what I'd do if I lost him. I think he is quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me.