Wow, I know I promised to write one as soon as I got back but I had to get my head back together first. Amazing how thoughts tend to scatter. So let's start at the beginning...

Got up, got on the plane there and arrived an hour late. Not a great way to start things honestly lol... Got to the hotel and Will called asking when he should be there. My head was splitting open with one of the worst headaches I've ever had. My stomach felt like hell, I hadn't had anything decent to eat all day and it was showing. I felt like I was falling apart. Great way to start huh? At about three he showed up and I was so out of it. Just seeing him was amazing. My parents left us in the room and let us talk to each other a bit, try and relax. I think we did. Didn't have any choice but to talk to each other and you know like LOOK at each other lol I know I was nervous but not as nervous as I'd thought I'd be. It felt nice and comfortable to sit and talk with him. Felt normal to touch, just those little everyday touches. It was nice. And yes, we did kiss, so if ya'll are wondering, you can stop now lol (And he's a really good kisser lol)

The rest of the week is honestly a blur. I wish I had wrote it all down but I was just so happy to simply be in the moment. We went and did tourist stuff, and spent a day laying around in the room. That was the day I got my cold. Yes, I know, I was sick for half the week. I'm still sick. Isn't that just great? lol But it didn't stop me from going out and doing things. Or him from kissing me lol... What? We had one week, and even though I did fuss about worrying he'd get sick, I didn't mind lol

Then leaving was... horrible... I spent the day before crying, and I cried the entire morning Saturday when I left. Just spent that time holding and kissing him as much as I could. Didn't want to miss a moment of it.

And mom took pictures which I hope to get developed soon. Yes, there are pics of him and me together lol Which I'm more than happy about.

Well, I'm going to go lay down. The trip and being sick really beat the hell out of me. I slept 12 hours last night to give you all an idea.

But, I love him. Very much. More than ever. I can't wait to see him again. It was the most comfortable and happy week of my life. I'm happy.