this weekend was low key, though i have bruises from soccer and a sore arm from playing th wii.

one boy roomie left this sunday for a short excursion out of state. i made headway cleaning the kitchen (his dirty dishes) and a bit in the living room. for the first time in about 7 months, i decided to cook. meaning, something was made outside of the microwave. the lack of cooking came from the breakup as well as the timing with summer.

so i made breakfast for me and the other roomie. it felt good. i forget how much i liked cooking and taking care of someone. funny how its something like cooking that makes me miss the ex. this morning i thought about her, not in a vengeful or bitter way. i was waiting for the walk signal at a crosswalk, and i just thought "i miss her." we used to have some good times together. i mean, we really did. i miss laughing with her. yes, the security and comfort that goes with a girl is nice. but i miss laughing with her. being goofy. i miss dancing in the kitchen almost as much as i miss cooking. those went hand in hand- putting the kettle on, and doing a waltz.

that, absence, hurts.