Are you real?

    Well kids its that time of year. School is back in session. This year, for the first time, I was excited for school to start. I'm still a little giddy now after two weeks. I suppose that's because it hasn't gotten hard yet. My recent routine has been either school, home at 5pm, dinner, homework until 11 pm, or work, home at 5pm, dinner, homework until 11pm. It actually hasn't been bad, and I think that's because my brain was so starving for mental stimulation that its still celebrating it still gets to work. Give it some time and I know it'll slowly become more tiresome than fun. Anthony and I are both in full swing with studying. He just had another machinery test and scored a 3.7 out of 4. He's now second in his class! Woohoo! I have my first quiz Tuesday and already handed in an art project for grading. I hope I can do as well as Anthony.

       Anywho, recently I had been getting a weird feeling. I would find myself thinking about Anthony and being appalled that I almost forget what he looks like. By that I mean his facial features. In his pictures that he sends me I keep thinking that he looks different, but really I'm just slowly forgetting the details. I still know exactly what he looks like, don't get me wrong, I could spot him anywhere (though he makes it easy by sticking out with his pale skin and blonde hair). It just seems like certain expressions and intricate details about his face are starting to fade. This scares me. I don't ever ever want to forget anything about him, except maybe the stuff I don't like...nah, I'd be fine with remembering it all.

     So the other day after my nightly call from Anthony he texted me maybe 30 minutes later and said, "Honey, are you real?" Though my friends don't understand this, I knew exactly what he meant. It has been about 3 and a half months since we've seen each other under normal circumstances. In the long run this will seem like nothing, but right now it feels like forever. I simply told him, "I'm here honey, I'm real." After some back and forth he said, "I need to touch you." I replied, "If I could touch you in the next 30 seconds it wouldn't be soon enough." It was safe to assume that he finally fell asleep since he didn't say anything until the morning. It was upsetting, but it also made me feel better because I wasn't the only one of us to feel like I was losing touch. 

       I keep begging him to get a skype account so I can actually see him. His friend has one and uses it to talk to his fiance so I asked if he could show Anthony what to do. He's not very tech-savy so he would definitely need someone just to watch and make sure he's doing it right. It's not hard to set up at all, I probably set mine up in less than 5 minutes, but I would feel better if Ant had a buddy to help. Hopefully I'll get to see him soon, one way or another!