That subject line sounds so sensational, perhaps much like a horror film title. But it is no horror. It is sheer joy.
He was a bit worn from the flight, which he said was quite turbulent nearly all night. He could not sleep and so he sleeps now cosy in fresh sheets covered with the new quilt.
I am quietly sitting at the computer desk in the same room. It took him approximately six minutes from lying prostrate to snoring softly. He looks like a puppy all curled up in the quilt. Poor boy.
He had promised there would be a surprise. It was a bit of a surprise indeed. I very nearly did not recognise him.
Firstly his hair has been cropped quite short, his face is cleanly shaven, and he is dressed smartly. He is tan and looks very well. But the surprise gives him a completely different air.
Whilst in Miami his Aunt persuaded (he says bullied) him to see the optometrist and he now wears glasses. I snapped a picture of him with them on but he made me swear an oath not to post the photo here. He is still quite self conscious about it. I inquired as to why he did not opt for contact lenses, to which he said he had them but couldn't get them into his eyes. He has tried but to no avail. Of course I said I would do my best to help him.
I personally believe the glasses give him a more mature and refined look, quite dignified. He has changed so much from the boy he was two years ago.
He is all things together in one... Man and boy... playful, intelligent, sensual and serious. I admire him for who he seems to have become and I'm quite proud of him.
We talked a bit in the car. He told me it was good to go back to Miami for a bit and clear his head. I asked if seeing me upset him at all, as perhaps I might be a reminder of unpleasant things that had happened. He only smiled that big Michael smile and assured me he was happy to be here again.
He commented on the weather saying he can tell he is back in England as it is grey and overcast. I told him he missed the sun as that was yesterday. It was good to laugh together.
Tonight I will make a nice meal for him, and indulge his sweet tooth with brownies (he opted for the the walnuts variety) and ice cream. Monday we shall go and speak to the solicitors.
All appears well.
Just looking at him... I feel a swelling of love in my heart.
I am happy he is home.
Chauncey
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I hope you enjoy your time with him! Tell him it's about time he started blogging again!
Have fun Ryan.
Landers x
Hope you both had a good night, really do :-)
You can both help each other to move forward, take comfort.
I had to develop my own technique for contact lenses because the first few times i tried them on i couldnt see jack through the tears and mascara running down my face hehe. I'm not one of those who can just stick them straight onto my iris, so i look up at the ceiling and stick the lense on the white bit of my eye (lower bit) then i look down and it just sticks itself to my eyeball lol Sounds tricky, but a good way to do it :p
I'm sure he looks hot with his glasses anyway ;-)
Enjoy your Sunday xx
Tell him if he does manage to wear contact lenses then to be careful if he has one too many to drink because thats always when I seem to put a finger through mine!! Im glad you have your friend back. Xxxxx
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