After All This Time

It's 3 AM and I'm writing in a blog I have not opened in a year. This is just crazy.
I'm just bored and I've nothing else to do anyway.
I'm missing someone right now. Intensely.
He'll be back tomorrow, and that's great.
I'm too in love for comfort.
Again, I feel too much...
But so what?
I am in love and I'm happy about it. I know I shouldn't be, that's a given, but I am. I am irrevocably in love. I cannot deny its existence. And I cannot discount the things I'm doing to ensure that nothing threatens that love. Nothing.
Shit. I'm so deep in this. Too deep. Deeper than I can afford to be.
But I am here.
Oh yes, I am so here.