I find it hard enough, tonight, waiting up till 11pm for Dan, although admittedly I have a raging cold in the head which is making my focus fixate on (a) sleep and (b) my head. My nose, thanks to lozenges, several boxes of 3-ply tissues and a lemon/honey drink, isn't too much of an issue.
He does so much for me, but as I say I have a raging cold and got very little sleep last night, so I don't want to ramble on in some overtired ode to the Wonder and Awesomeness of My Boyfriend.
Just: I never really appreciated him. He does so much for me. I tried helping him tonight, trying to find some fact about accountability in accountancy, and was amazed at how quickly my mind drifted to the Scrubs episode I watched earlier tonight, how difficult I found it to actually focus on the task at hand — helping my boyfriend in the same way he's always helped me. (Now, having finally given up and accepted that even if I found what I was looking for, I probably wouldn't understand the damn thing, I choose rather to blog while I wait either for him to finish his essay or for me to fall asleep at my desk.)
I'm so lucky I found him. He's so good to me.