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New York, anyone?
*Grabs her laptop from the nightstand next to her bed and pulls it onto her lap, opening it to her journal. Gives the hotel room a quick once over then begins to type, a small smile on her lips*
So, you'll never guess where I am. But then again, in order for you to fully understand what happened, I need to back up.
There I was, sitting at home in bed last night, imerresed in a book when I heard a knock on my door. My dogs jumped off my bed and made a run for the door while I slowly sighed and got up doing the same. I must admit I was a little annoyed. Who would stop by so late without calling? In the back of my mind I hoped it would be him, but I knew better. He was in New York on business and there was no way it could be him. Or so I thought.
I opened the door, shocked to see HIM standing there, a dozen red roses in hand. I froze, standing there like a complete idiot unable to do or say anything. I honestly thought I was imagining things. But I wasn't. *smiles to herself*
He invited me to New York with him and without a second's hesitation, I said yes. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be right now, mostly because HE'S there.
I packed quickly and we rushed to catch the red eye flight. Everything that happened after we left my house is sort of a haze to me. But even if I DID remember everything, I wouldn't want to bore you with the details.
Anyway, so here I am, sitting in a beautiful hotel room in the center of New York City on my birthday. Paul's out at a meeting. I feel so bad that he only got a few hours of sleep last night since he had to get up so early for his meeting. I'm not sure what his plans are for the rest of the day, but I'm sure I'll get to see him whenever he has a free moment.
I'm not sure if he saw my long post to him. *Bites her lip* I think I may have gotten a little carried away with it, but I would have liked to at least known that he had seen it, you know? Oh well, I guess I can't complain. *Smiles a little* It seems like things are okay between us.
*Leans back against her pillows and runs her fingers through her hair. Hears a knock on her door and jumps out of bed, opening the door for room service. Sits back in her bed and goes back to typing as the man sets her breakfast up*
Mmm... I ordered a REALLY late breakfast but it smells amazing. I'm going to cut this short so I can go eat. If anything else exciting happens today I'll be sure to update about it later.
~Jordy
*Pushes update journal and closes her laptop. Signs the room service paper then turns on the TV and begins on her late breakfast. Grins to herself* This is the life...
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