It makes my heart sing to hear Mark say "if we move in together, well <I>when</I> we move in together..." while he was simply talking about getting an old school, non HE washing machine in the future but still. I haven't stopped thinking about it. Today is our sixth month anniversary. No fancy plans. I've slept at his house for the last two weeks. It's been a bit chaotic going back and forth to my house and frequently packing an overnight bag but at the same time, I've enjoyed every second of it. Now if only he'd drop the L bomb. I thought it would happen on this milestone of an anniversary but I'm not going to hold my breath. I'm just glad we're spending so much time together. As I've said in the past, he's really amazing when in reality he's actually quite average. Not exactly though (to me) because he's a veteran with a good sense of responsibility and a complete goofball. He's something special, also very modest. I wish he was mine for good.