Sad Day.... And Good Day

Stan helped me pack up for my dorm. I'm pretty much all done. A little more prep work to do, but I'm done for the most part. When we'd gotten done putting everything into my room, we cuddled and talked. Kissed a lot. Every time we kissed, I didn't want it to stop. And every time I did, he told me I gave him this look of wanting more. I did want more. My roommate hasn't made any contact or moved in at all. I wanted to have sex in my dorm room. One last time before he left for work for three works. Minimum. It didn't happen. And I suppose it's ok that we didn't. We didn't have any condoms and there was no guarantee that my roommate wouldn't just walk in on us. And she has yet to come by by the way. I did give him his birthday present though. I gave him a blowjob until he came. And I swallowed. He later told me I was so good at head that the head of his dick was still sore hours later. I was kind of proud of that. I was happy to give him, what he said, the best present he'd ever gotten. I'd brushed my teeth and we kissed. We spent another hour or so with me straddling him and just kissing, talking, laughing. He had to leave because his mom called. He lives an hour away from me now. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted his eyes staring at me like he always does. I don't like the thought of him being away for a month. Without his touch. Without him to kiss me or make me laugh and hearing him laugh. And sex. I'll miss the sex.
We haven't been dating long, but in the last two relationships, I always was unsure of how they felt about me. With Stan, I don't have that issue. I know how he feels. He tells me all the time. And he tells me without me having to say it first. Heck, a lot of the time he says it out of the blue. With him, I'm a lot more at ease. I'm not worrying about what to do to make him like me more or find me more attractive. He tells me I'm cute, tells me that he loves making me laugh. I always tell him he's sweet. I suppose though I should tell him all the kind things I say about him here. Like how even though he thinks he's not that strong(in comparison to some of the guys he works with), his guns are plenty for me. How much I like just looking at his face, his lips, eyes, stubble. This blog is making me miss him more.
I'll stop here before I start feeling sad. I yearn for him enough.