Worus

Last night Kim, Dean, and I exchanged gifts. Kim got me a cute little ornament. Dean got me a wallscroll of Squall lookin’ mighty fine, if I do say so myself. He also went to Iowa City and got me a commemerative Final Fantasy IX clock . It’s the cutest thing ever. I absolutely adore it. It’s just way cool.

I was worried that he wouldn’t know what to get me. Not out of greed, but out of principle. I was worried that, after all of this time, he might have no idea what I like and what my interests are. If that had been true, I would have began to wonder where we were going with this.

He did good, though. I guess he’s been paying attention, and that makes me happy.

We went for the results to his HIV test yesterday. I told myself that it didn’t matter what the results were, and that I would stay regardless. Up until we got there, I knew how I was going to react if they were positive, and I wasn’t scared either way.

When we got there, I got scared. I didn’t know how I was going to react any more. I knew that I wasn’t going to let the results ruin anything, but I didn’t know how to let him know that everything would be okay.

Luckily (and not surprisingly), the results were negative, so I didn’t have to worry about how to tell him everything would be okay. And now, thank goodness, when ex-es call randomly in the middle of the night saying, “I need to talk to you later about something,” we know it’s not that, but rather that they just want somewhere to live.

Negative. Thank God.