Today was a good day. Josh called when his plane landed in Newark. It's so nice to know we're on the same continent. Just a few more days...

I took a walk out on the docks by the bay after dinner and called him to talk. We had the best conversation. It just makes me want to get home to him as quickly as possible. He was asking me how the weather is. I told him it was warm and clear out, that the stars were shining and that I wished he were here with me. He said he wished he were here too. He said, "we could play on the beach all day and kiss under the stars all night." Then he told me that if he were here he'd look into my eyes and tell me how incredible I am. Then he'd brush the hair from my face (I love it when he does that!) and then he'd move closer and softly press his lips against mine. I swear I had goosebumps as he was talking.

Now it's all I can think about. I can't wait to get home and have a real kiss. A real kiss after months of phone calls and emails. I just can't wait to see him in the flesh. It makes me wonder why I ever tried to resist him this summer. All that wasted time. What was I thinking?