Thinking out Loud

Maybe we found love right where we are. Maybe we did. Who is to say it isn't the kind of love that lasts for eternity. I miss Devon so much today it physically hurts to be away from him. My bishop described love as that and where I don't believe that it is a constant thing you yearn to be close to those you love and I love Devon and want him to know that. Three months will fly by. My friend Nate came home from serving and honorable mission in Georgia. I was contemplating the elation I feel at a friend who has never been one of my particularly close friends coming home and how exponential that will be when Devon returns. Three short months, that's all it is. Then nothing will be able to stop me from seeing him. My work has gotten more stressful and the amount of duties I have taken on or have been thrust on me rather are becoming too many to count. Which is why I'm sitting here right now writing to you from my desk at work. My brain has shut off and all that is left is Devon. I hope that somewhere on the other side of the world there is a man very much immersed in missionary work who doesn't have time to think about me, but his subconscious remembers perfectly. I hope I steep into his dreams and give him something to look forward to. Till then, I'll keep looking forward to my trip to Alaska and the weight loss that has taken over my life (and I really really really love it) and my friendships around these parts. We have to set goals for work and I think I want mine to be to not be stressed. Marshal would never go for that, but it is something that I think is something to shoot for. So often I leave this place completely overwhelmed so much so that it takes a good hour or so to make me not feel like kicking people in the teeth. And if I don't answer my phone, it is NOT personal, some days I can't handle talking to one more person. I need to work on all these things.