Milk and Cookies

So, here I am, sitting on my floor eating the burnt cookies I made and drinking milk from the jug...I figure now is as good a time as any to try to blog again...

My boyfriend, Aaron, left for basic training for the Air Force almost 3 weeks ago...I've had one phone call for about 15 minutes since then...it felt like we only talked for a second. He lived with me in my dorm from September till he left (February 1)...So having him gone with such little contact is such an unwelcome change...

I want to kiss him...

I want to tell him 'I love you'...

I want to feel his arms around me...

I want to stare into his beautiful, blue eyes...

I want to make love to him...

I know I need to just get myself together and stop whining. But I have no one to whine to. I have a lot of friends, but no one I'm really close enough to to just let all this out like this with them actually listening and consoling...if I tried, they would just try to change the subject or something...

I guess I'm not really smiling this time...if anyone reads this...please just comment something? I'd like to know I have *someone* I can talk to...even if I never meet them face to face...