A Surprise Birthday Party
Monday, December 8th, 2003
A Surprise Birthday Party
A Dom Entry
I don't know what happened, really, from the time I left work in the morning, listening through Billy's door for any signs of movement to wish me goodbye or any hopeful thing, to the time I got home to him with ice cream and homemade brownies and a present set out for me for my 27th birthday. Whatever happened, it was no serious misfortune to me. Seeing Billy smile again was so relieving, I thought I would faint. And I did. Onto the floor. And Billy had to revive me.
Well, that may be wishful thinking, but I really did love seeing that smile of his. He even put a candle in my brownie. How thoughtful. (Though it seems I've regressed to being one year old. I can cope with that).
I really had a good time; really. I never thought that Billy would forgive me for ruining his 'evening with MS' on Saturday, but maybe I still have a chance. I hope I do, anyway. I thought I was going to die, not having him around. At least, not like I'm used to.
He got me a shirt for my birthday present - and a very nice one, too. I hadn't realised just how much he knows about me already, but it was exactly the kind of thing I liked. (See? I knew he was perfect). I sound kind of mad now, but I'm sure I was about to cry when he gave me the gift. I mean, actual tears. I don't think I've done that in a very long time.
Damn, I'm so glad. I don't think MS's letter quite expresses my emotions anymore. He's so depressed really. He should learn to get over it, like me.
One thing MS got right, however... I want to hold him so badly. I think I might suffocate for not breathing in all I can of him. He's always too far away. But, at least, not as far as he was this morning. I think that's why I'm in such a good mood. It must be. Like I've been suddenly shocked back into his life; just like that he's been shocked into my heart.
I can't believe I'm saying all of this. Even M.D. is giving me looks. I know, M.D., it just can't be helped. So...go eat your cat crunchies.
I need to get Billy something. Something special. He deserves it. I mean, he didn't have to forgive me after Saturday. He certainly didn't have to bake me brownies, (damn they were good). He needs something like a...a new television set or something.
Well, perhaps something a bit more heartfelt.
I'll think of it.
My Billy is so amazing.
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