I hung out with my bf and time flies when we hang out. I hate how fast time goes by. Laying in bed watching movies is so relaxing. But I work Wednesday and he had to bring me home. He fell asleep for a few minutes and was releaved I was there when he woke. He told me about his bad dream. “It was night and snowing out and you wore this black dress. You put your hand on my cheek and told me things weren’t working out, that you found someone else. And you walked away and didn’t turn back and I kept calling your name and yelled your name.” And he looked sad telling me that and I kind of teared up a bit hearing that. I told him that wasn’t going to happen, I wasn’t going to leave him. I got ready for him to take me home and he said he hates the drive back home. It was snowing hard and this snow went flying in front of the car, splat on the window. It made me nervous because it seemed a bit dangerous out to drive, and he said it was the first time he was actually frightened to drive. He made some joke about him driving home and turning into a crushed pop can. That made me nervous the rest of the ride home really not wanting him to drive home. I kept saying how I wanted him to just sleep on my couch, but he said he had to bring his roommate to work early. I stood there outside in the snow before he got back into his vehicle to drive home. I really didn’t want to let go and have him drive home. I hate Minnesota’s stupid weather right now. It is supposed to be fucking Spring and it snows like this. He made it home ok, but I hope the weather gets better for Wednesday afternoon because he is picking me up from work to hang out. I hope the roads don’t get icy. I hate getting worried. Fuck you snow, go away.