So I was more than just a little excited to go to DC. The first few days were amazing. The first day in particular was the best. We clicked. I mean it wasn't like we were spending the first real amount of time together. We fit together so naturally. No pressure, no nervousness. I mean I was nervous on the flight, scared to death that I was gonna get there and it be a disaster. But once I got there I was completely at ease the first moment I laid eyes on that beautiful man.
The first day I got there, we drove home from the airport and he was just so cute. He opened doors for me. He would grab my hand to lead me places. He showed me around the apartment that he shares with his best friend then got all excited to show me his year in review video from work. He was so funny cause he wanted to show me what he does from day to day. I enjoyed that we snuggled up on the couch and watched it and laughed. After we watched that we decided we would venture out and see some of the city. So I went to change out of my travel clothes which were awesome, I mean I looked amazing. I wore a cute little sweater dress and had my hair done up and tall black high heel boots. He loved it. He told me several times how beautiful I was, which made me feel amazing. I went in the room and changed in to jeans and a hoodie, since it was slightly chilly in DC, and he came in while I was sitting on the bed putting my shoes on. He made the comment that I seemed tired, I was. So he sat on the bed next to me and rubbed my back while I finished pulling my hair up and making myself ready to go out. I excused myself for a minute to use the restroom and went back and he was laid on the bed waiting, I laid down with him and snuggled up to him. We took about an hour nap just curled up together. It was amazing.
Like I said there was no pressure. When we both woke up we kind of just laid there snuggled up together and talked quietly and held on to each other. It was sweet. It made me feel like I deserved to have something and some one so wonderful, he kept telling me how happy he was that I was there with him. That night we went to China town and went to a movie. He would reach out automatically to grab my hand. He would pull me in close while we waited for the metro. He was amazing. We got back to the apartment and curled up together to watch a movie. He kept coming over to kiss me, not like insistently, but just kiss me and let me know he was happy for me to be with him. I adored the way the man looked at me, and would reach over to touch me. At some point he got up and went in the bedroom to get a pillow. He came back laid down on the couch and put the pillow in my lap and wrapped his arms around me. We finished our movie like that, and I just sat that with him lightly rubbing his back. At bed time we curled up and passed out, lets face it, it was a long very good day. It was perfect.
The next morning he had to work, so he got up and tried very hard to be quiet not to wake me, but by the time he was ready to leave for work I was laying in bed watching him get dressed. I was still exhausted but just laid there thinking how lucky I was that this amazing beautiful man wanted to stay in bed with me, even though all we did was sleep. Eventually he caught me watching him and he crawled over to me and hugged me and kissed me and told me to relax and have a good day. Oh I did, I was lazy as hell! I loved it. By the time he got home I was still feeling super lazy but happy to see his face. He ran up the stairs and burst into the room and jumped on the bed to kiss me. Then made fun of the book I was reading. I have to admit it was funny. The man has more energy than anyone I know. We got out and went grocery shopping and made dinner. While we were doing that I started to feel as if I was going to be sick, I mean not really sick but just not right. Before we were done cooking I ran to the bathroom with the feeling like I was gonna be ill. I made it in there and hit the wall, the whole room was moving. He came running in, cause well lets face it I hit the wall hard. It hurt. I was fully aware that I was shaking and trying not to cry. He put himself between me and the wall, I was shaking so much he was scared I was gonna hurt myself. I managed to get calmed down and went and laid on the bed til dinner was ready.
He came in a little bit later and brought me dinner, in bed, and a large glass of super cold water. He sat down and looked at me carefully and asked if I wanted to go to the ER. I told him no I just wanted to eat and lay down. This after all hit out of no where. I ate a few little bites of dinner, cause I just couldn't bring myself to eat, I was still shaking quite a bit and my stomach was now upset. So we finished dinner and settled in with a blanket on the couch to watch a movie. I curled up in his arms and passed out. He woke me up when the movie was over to put me back in bed. I know he was awake most of the night because he kept reaching over to rub my back and shoulders. I worried the man. I hated that. The next day I was still exhausted from it but felt a million times better.
That third day he got home from work and was exhausted, for one he stayed late, had two sessions of PT, had several scratches on his arms and he had been assigned his billet for the year. He came in we got dinner, and curled up on the couch to watch a movie, we were both exhausted. He got his blanket that he liked to lay around with and curled up like we had gotten used to. He was looking a little distraught so I told him to come to me, and he laid his head in my lap and I rubbed his back and the back of his head, before I knew it he was passed out and twitching like crazy. I thought, at first, that he was just stressed and couldnt get his body to turn off after his crazy day. So when what we were watching finished I woke him up and told him we should just go to bed. He smiled and said "you still rub my back?" I said yes and we went to get in bed. I rubbed his back til he was good and asleep. I fell asleep and in an hour or so he was twitching again like crazy and before I knew it he was jerking straight up and screamed. I didn't know what to say or do, so I gently reached over and said "baby, its ok, come here I will rub your back some more." He laid back down and wrapped around me and I stayed awake a few hours doing just that. While I did that he twitched but no where near what he was doing. I fell asleep several times with the same results.
By the time his alarm went off I had barely slept and he was exhausted. He said he was sorry he kept me up. That night we went to dinner and he apologized again for keeping me awake. I told him it was ok, it didn't bother me. Then told me he was sorry if he scared me. It really didn't scare me. I had and idea of what it was. He went on to explain that he had PTSD from being in Iraq for so long and some times it got bad but most nights its just mild twitching. I hated that for him. He didn't want to talk about it, which was fine I told him I wouldn't ask questions. Out of 9 nights I dealt with it only 3 so it wasn't too terrible. I learned how I could help.
I was at this point so extremely happy to be there and with this amazing man who looked at me like the world began with me. I loved our little routine we were starting. Looking back these were the best days of the trip. We had opened up to each other and were having a great time. I will tell you more later. I can only say so much before Im drained....
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