The World Still is the Same

Wow, I really haven't made a blog in a LONG time.  I didn't check the date, but it had to be just after the ACT back in JUNE.  Jesus, I really need to hope on this! 

It's weird; I have a LOT of material to blog about, but it's nothing I really WANT to talk about.  I mean, life's been going REALLY well lately!  Tommy and I have been going smoothly, I finally have my classes the way I want them (though I still REALLY hate ACT Prep), and there's nothing going horribly wrong just yet!

Vida es muy buena :)

And I just can't express how happy I am that I have an amazing boyfriend and great friends.
I honestly was afraid for this coming year.  I mean, I figured that, by this point, Tommy would have already been wanting to break up with me, but we have a better relationship now than what we started with.  Like any couple, we've had our bumpy moments.  For instance, since school started we haven't been able to spend as much time with each other which we expected.  But the other night, we talked about how we could feel that sort of seperation.  And, understandably, Tommy doesn't trust me 100% after the whole Fred-thing.  Not that he thinks I'm going to run off with another guy per say, but that I could lose interest him at any point in time.  And, as I'm sure that most of you that go to school with me know, I think about him ALL THE TIME when I'm at school.  I mention him whenever I get the chance!  If someone mentions horses, the first thing out of my mouth is 'My boyfriend, Tommy, used to do speed classes.' and then they say 'Tommy who?' and I reply with a modest smile and 'Oh, he's already graduated.' 

There's no way I could possibly want to be with anyone else.

I think the main reason why the Fred-thing even occured was because, at the time, Tommy was starting to work at dispatch and we really didn't see each other that much, which I didn't really mind that much since I was busy with school too.

What bothered me was that whenever we got off the phone with each other, we didn't exchange "I love you"s.  Looking back, it was such a minor thing, but since we weren't talking that much or seeing much of each other, it was big to me.  And I didn't want to ask about it since I was so terrified of losing him once more because I had no idea if it was a touchy subject or not.  I guess what was running through my mind was 'What if he doesn't say 'I love you.' because he doesn't love me? I don't him to think I'm a moron for wondering why he doesn't love me.'

Woah.

I just had an epiphany.
I have to talk to Tommy ASAP.
I just figured out the answer to his question.
Oh my God.

I'll finish this blog later.