He and I get to school early, usually, because we both live kind of far from school, and it's much easier to allot yourself thirty minutes when you only need fifteen than it is to give yourself fifteen and end up needing thirty. And the difference between how he normally acts and how he's been acting, a glorious difference, is that he's a world more playful. I know, I know. That sounds like a quality you'd enjoy in a toddler, not a sixteen-year-old boyfriend. But! It's so refreshing to see him playful. Even if he's just doing something little, like giving me a piggyback ride to my first period.
He did that, a few days ago, because my knee hurt. I couldn't see myself escalating the stairs without making some stupid faces and clutching my leg. So he gave me a lift, literally.
I'm just so glad to see him smiling and laughing again. We were in Biology today, the class that we share with Stereotypical Scene Michael and PETAbitch, and when we walked in, we got an eyeful of cow intestine. I cannot even begin to recount the hilarity that was everyone's reaction as they filed in. I noticed that almost everyone said, "God, this room smells like _____!" Insert your own comparative noun.
Everything just feels so much better when The Boyfriend does. I always worry myself sick when he's distraught, and I try my hardest to make him feel better, but that's a lot harder than one would think.
I now know what it must have been like for Jason when I was going through my most tumultuous depressions, the ones that lasted months at a time. There were times when I needed him to do exactly what The Boyfriend needs from me. I needed him to just reassure me. And now, I know how hard it must have been on Jason. There's nothing like a good epiphany to make you appreciate everything you have.
[I apologize for the cheesy endings lately, it's just that I'm running low on ironic non sequiturs.]
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