Hi guys,

I have to say that, since Wessy's been here, I've felt a lot calmer than I have in weeks, maybe even months. Having him here has done me a lot of good, and I'm pleased to say things are going wonderfully. There was a bit of unpleasantness because Wessy got some severe leg cramps early yesterday morning, but, other than that, things have been fine.

Due to that cramping we decided to stay in yesterday. I had an appointment with the ophthalmologist who confirmed what I already knew: my eyesight has improved greatly since I was there last. I haven't had any eye issues since the surgery. Went home from there happy about that.

Wessy and I spent a lot of time together in my bed after that. We also watched Kung Fu Panda, another movie he'd never seen before, and had some spaghetti for dinner, made by my roommate Henry.

I also wanna use this journal to announce something I've kept relatively quiet up to now. The day before Wessy arrived, I found myself thinking about something. Something that has been on my mind since the day Wessy and I started becoming close, as more than just friends. I told myself that I wouldn't start another romantic relationship unless I was 100% sure of myself, since, the last time, I rushed into things and it ended badly. I had told myself that, even with Wessy, I would not call him my boyfriend until AFTER he'd come to see me and we had a chance to actually see each other.

Well, that... changed the day before he arrived. I found that I couldn't stop thinking about him. And whenever I did, I couldn't help bus smile; even during times I was worried about him.

Truth be told, over the last couple years, Wessy has been extremely sweet and loving to me, even in the few times we've had fights in the past. He's always stayed optimistic and happy, doing his best to keep me that way too. I just keep thinking about the kind things he's done for me, and how sweet and supportive he's been, even when I wasn't in the best of moods. He's also been very patient with me. He knew I didn't want to start a relationship right away, and was nothing but respectful of my choice. It never stopped him from showing me how much he cared about me.

I spent the entire day thinking about these thoughts, and, that night, those thoughts led me to do something I did not think I'd have the courage to do. While in a chat with friends, I got a call from Wessy, with him updating me on where he was at the time. When I told the others (Dipper, Kres, and a few others) I didn't call him Wessy. I called him my boyfriend. I almost hadn't realized I'd done it, but it just felt natural to say it. I'm not even sure why I did, especially since I told myself I'd wait until we'd actually spent some time together before I would, but when I realized just how much he really did mean to me, I felt I had to say it. It felt right, even though I hadn't even met him in person yet.

Two years I've built up my relationship with Wessy, and he's been a great help and support to me over those two years. I felt happy with myself to have finally been able to say it, and, even though Wessy didn't know it yet, he became my boyfriend that night.

When I awoke on the 26th, he had become all I could think about. I just wanted him here so much, just so I could tell him what I was feeling. As the hours ticked away, I sat at my computer, talking with friends who kept me company, and helped to keep my spirits up when worries that he wouldn't come or he'd get hurt would creep in. I owe those friends a lot for that day, because I did become quite worried; especially after the fact he didn't actually arrive until half an hour after when he said he'd arrived. There was apparently a crash on the road, which held him up for a while. By the time he finally called me, it was around 7:45 PM.

I had already been dressed and prepared for his arrival prior to that call, so when he finally did, I literally ran out of the house. He had gotten to the complex I lived in, but hadn't quite made it to my apartment, so I went out to the road and started waving to flag his attention. When he got out of the car, I grabbed him and hugged him. I was just so relieved he'd made it safely.

After we'd chatted for a bit, I helped him clear out his front seat so we could go to dinner, but, before that, I had to tell him what I'd done the night before. I let him know that, despite all the talks we had about waiting until he arrived, I had already started referring to him as my boyfriend. He did seem a little surprised at first, but I told him that, by that point, that was just how I felt.

I have no need to go over the remaining details of that night, as I've already posted about that, but I felt the need to post this journal.

Effective June 25, 2014, Wessy is officially my boyfriend, and I couldn't have asked for a sweeter guy.

I love you, Wessy. Thank you for making me feel loved in a way no one else has in a long time.