Sad in a happy kinda way.

I'm back home after staying a week at Ben's house.
I got back this evening to be greeted by a grunt of a hello from my dad, a crazy hello from my mum (she doesn't like me not being at home...worries easily) and much sniffing from my dog.
Whilst it's nice being back at home and chilling out in my own room with my BT Vision box saves, snuggling up in my own bed, I'm kind of sad that I'm going to be on my own when I wake up in the morning. I'm even kind of sad that I wont have his dogs nose in my eye when she's nagging us about going out because we've overslept.
No hug or kiss on the forehead to say good morning *sigh* (from Ben, not the dog, obviously).

I honestly thought staying over there as long as I have been would cause problems or make us argue a lot, but so far we only had one slight bust-up that got sorted out pretty quickly. The rest has been us lazing around the living room laughing at a Mr T endorsed halogen oven, helping each other cook and clean, going shopping, running around throwing cushions at each other, inviting people round for drinks and just talking. That was the one thing we hardly ever did, especially me 'cos opening up is so hard, but I'm finding things so comfortable now that I'm able to speak a lot more...conversations have lasted well into the early hours of the morning. Knackering but worth it.

I'm sad we've only got until Thursday now; then his family come back from holiday and everything goes back to normal, but I really feel like we've gotten to know each other a lot better now - even after 2 and a half years of being friends/lovey-dovey people/flirty exes/lovey-dovey people again - and I'm REALLY hoping our relationship is stronger for it now. I'll end up blurting this and having something stupid happen...but I hope not.
This is the happiest I've been in a long time.

I should be going back either on Sunday after I've given blood or Monday evening just in time to walk and feed the dog whilst Ben and the band are in the studio.