our blonde bff in sd is out of her blue period
I met someone.
I didnt want to write about it because I felt like if I did
I would somehow sabotage it.
I felt like if I were to write down how I never thought
I could feel this way again
it would dissipate before I would wake up the next day.
I felt like the second I would write the joy in love
that somehow I would have been wrong
and that it would all come down
crashing and burning.
But I must rid myself of this thinking to move forward.
His name is Chris and it is less about him or me and more
about us together I believe.
Chris inspires me to write him love notes and leave them
scattered throughout his apartment for him
to find randomly.
He inspires me to be content at this transitional time in my life.
In fact I cannot remember the last time I have been content.
I think about Chris all the time and I like it.
I save his messages and read them over again and smile.
I love to kiss him
and I love how many different kisses he gives me.
I love our long gazing looks that speak so deeply
without saying anything.
I love feeling his body next to mine even if it is only
a light brush up against my arm or the touch of our hands together.
I love watching him
and I like it when he watches me.
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