It’s been a few days since I’ve written, which is a good thing ‘cuz that means things are going well. Tonight, Bryce picked me up from work but he didn’t want to go home, so we went to Club Columbus. It was the first time either of us had been there. I was already tired, but he wanted to sit in the hot tub and I thought it would be a good idea, because my muscles are sore from working out, which we have started doing. At one point, toward the end of the evening there, he asked me what was wrong. Truly, nothing was, and I told him so, but I was getting tired. I told him that and I guess that upset him, because things haven’t been right since then. I was hungry and wanted to get something to eat, but nothing I suggested was right, so we went to Taco Bell. When I got in from parking the car, he wouldn’t talk to me. I thought we had some kind of agreement to not go to bed mad at each other, but I guess I was wrong, because he seems hell-bent on doing just that. How much do I beg to find out what I did? He just got up and went out to the couch to sleep and I will go out and make one more effort to find out what I did.

On a lighter note, it looks like we’re gonna get the apartment we applied for, even though there may be a little finagling going on. Moving day is February 25, so it’s coming up quick. I hate moving, but I can’t wait to move in with him. I love him so much. Until next time.