It has rained incessantly since Monday morning. Sometimes it has poured, sometimes a cool, wet haze has just lingered on streets and treetops. These misty fall days are my favorites, but I can't help but get nostalgic as always for autumns past, especially the most recent one--when Rob and I shared an apartment and lived the part-time lives of a student and a barista. Getting home late happened at only three o'clock, and even then there was always time to sprawl out on the couch or in bed with blankets and books and our favorite shows.

More than any of that, though, was coming home to someone and telling him in person about your day. Not on the phone or in an email, but actually face to face, with hot chocolate, and your hand in his.

"So many high points on this last leg,

I can't wait to recount them.

It seems that nothing's happened until I share them with you."

--Dashboard Confessional

I say a lot of the same things over and over--I love the rain. Fall is magical. I miss Rob. It's all true.

A little long-distance mush for your Wednesday.

Our weekend was really nice. It started with a lazy Friday night at home. My parents had gone to visit my brother at school, so Rob and I sat on the back porch with my dog and drank red wine, snacking on sweet potato chips and goat cheese spread onto thick slices of salami.

After a morning of coffee and eggs, we got in the car to visit Sean on our way to northern Virginia. We stopped for lunch in Farmville and I had a Bloody Mary and some wings before getting back in the car to go to Rob's brother Dan's house.

And then we woke up on Sunday and it rained. I drank coffee on the couch, snuggled under Rob's arm as we watched previous episodes of Girls and then a documentary by Stephen Hawking. Blanket, boyfriend, a cool rainy morning--that's my kind of Sunday.

When we got to the hotel where Rob will be living for the next month and a half, I felt overwhelmed. The place is beautiful and cozy, and I did not want to drive four hours into the evening without him. But we've done this before, and we talk all the time, and I'll see him on Friday.

But damn it if I don't miss that guy already.