geminigirl | (no subject)

I was about to write a very serene post about my weekend, when my cell phone rang. It was Cayne, calling from Philadelphia, to tell me that he thinks he left his electric razor in the overnight bag he threw out because it was falling apart, and could I go look?

I did go look. It wasn't in there, nor was it in the trashbag that he'd taken out for me earlier today.

I have a clean kitchen floor. A clean kitchen floor not mopped by me. My house is quieter than it has been for the last two days. As much as I appreciate the quiet, it's also lonely.

Cayne and I had a wonderful, quiet, sweet weekend. We watched a lot of movies, and nixed our Spiderman plans. We slept a lot, and stayed in. It was a quiet, cuddly weekend. Nothing to do more strenuous than Target, breakfast on Sunday morning and a quick grocery run to make sure we had stuff to make dinner on Sunday and breakfast today.

Just perfect. I don't remember feeling like this in any relationship before...it's just easy. I'm happier than I ever thought I'd be, and I don't want to let go of that. The cats are happy. Beta even cuddled up to Cayne on the couch.

I'm just blown away by how this feels.