Meanwhile, I can't breathe out of my nose. Zach and I had our first real fight last night. I was indeed the instigator (thats definitely not spelled right) and it was indeed my fault. He had just gotten home from work, I was trying to be nice to him and trying to do things for him but he insisted that I didn't. Then I blew up at him for being bitchy. He retaliated with the fact that I'm bitchy too and he takes it. "Its part of the game. If you can't take it, maybe you shouldn't be in it." He didn't mean it the way it sounds. I cried, a lot. He comforted me. I apologised. We fell asleep. We had sex. We're ok. In fact I think we're better than ok. Our fight made us realise that we love each other and that we need to make things work. And indeed we did. He stayed home from work today. I missed him. I don't think I like him working all the time. It would be better if I had something to do too. But because I sit here on his computer in his room thinking of him I miss him. He's a great guy. "Glad you finally found a good one."