My day did not turn out too badly.  The end of it was fairly productive with only one mishap today.  Another mishap that means I have to go in tomorrow to finish what I didn't finish tonight because I was too hungry to stay any longer.  I left a little after 8, got some decent chinese food, and settled down at my favorite coffee shop for what I thought would be a quiet evening.  It wasn't.  A band started playing awhile after I arrived.  I use the term "band" loosely because it sounded more like noise instead of music.  So I left.  I'm not laying on my couch listening to John Mayer and thinking about Amy.  We've had some really great conversations lately.  I miss her living close by but at times its easier knowing she's four hours away and the distance is the only thing separating us, as opposed to her living fifteen minutes away where she would be at the beck and call of her mother.  When she lived here, she used to do so many little things for me.  I miss those little things.  She would stop at 7-11 every morning to buy herself a soda and pick me up a coffee and fix it the way I like it.  She would come over every morning before I had class and she had to go to her internship.  I rarely heard her when she would come in the apartment, she made a point of being quiet, so she could crawl in bed with me, wrap her arms around me and just hold me until it was time for me to wake up.  Those were the best mornings.  When we were working together at the preschool, she would wear the perfume that drove me nuts and walk by me, just to tease me.  I miss tag-team teaching with her and tag-team teasing of the kids.  We use to grab Xander, hang him upside down, tickle him, and chase him to his hearts content.  Xander was our little buddy.  Now he barely remembers her.  I guess that is what happens when a two year old doesn't see someone for a year.  I am supposed to give him a huge hug and kiss from Miss Amy tomorrow when I see him.  I just don't want to forget all of the the little things.  Little things like all of the "i love you" post-it notes she puts around my apartment when she visits.  I find them in the most unusal places.  She ripped most of them down the last time she was here, for good reason, and yet I am still finding ones that she missed (like on the blades of my fan in my bedroom).  They still put a smile on my face.   I saved all the ones that she tore down and am using them as book marks right now.  You know, I even miss the way she likes to twirl my hair when she's falling asleep (because her hair is too long to twirl and it gets knotted when she does).  I am having an Amy night tonight if you can't already tell.  I remember the first time she said I love you.  We were on Davis Island.  It was a clear, chilly night in early march, last year.  We were walking beside the bay, hand in hand.  That was a good night.  The first game of backgammon she ever played, she beat me.  I've lost most of the games we have played since.  I love that every time she wants to get a new pet (she loves animals), she waits until I visit and at some point during my visit, we end up at a pet store so she can show me the new animal that she wants to adopt.  She wants my approval before she brings the critter home.  We try to talk about it reasonably because she knows I have a hard time saying no to her when its something she wants that much.  That is how she ended up with  Lola, the transgendered bunny, and Squirt, the gay gueina pig.  I miss our good bye kisses at the end of one of my visits...
I love her because she knows exactly how to calm my fears.  I love her that she does more for other people than anyone I have ever known without a thought as to much that extra work taxes her body, mind, or spirit.  I love that I can tell her about a bad day I have had and she will tell me that tomorrow will be better and that I will find a way to work everything out, and having the unwaivering faith in me to know that I will find a way to work everything out.  I love that she is a genius with a needle and thread.  How she insists that we do 'themed gift baskets' for each other for our birthdays and the holidays.  I love that she wears my old superman t-shirt when she's had a rough day and needs a hug from me.  I love that she sprays my perfume on a pillow that she hugs when she sleeps.  I love that she calls me in the morning to wake me up.  I love that when she calls me she quickly says "call me right back please" because her incoming calls are free.  She lets me pick out books for her to read just because she knows that I enjoy spending time in bookstores. 
I just miss her.